A WALL OF PHONES AND DRAGON’S WITH NO CHANGE

You can’t find a payphone anywhere in this fucking city. That’s the distinct recognition that comes with the movement of technology, things just fucking vanish and reappear as the next best thing but it isn’t because the next best thing is just around the corner. Some of us can’t even release our dragons anymore, they …

SUGAR CANE SKULLS

The skull transcends itself now and into our dark past’s. From the earliest humans to the inquisition (impaled on spear’s) to Shakespeare’s hamlet. They’re on clothing, skate-boards, logo’s, tattoo’s, the day of the dead motif. Some skulls are painted on people in celebration, Some are more macabre, used in rituals and rite’s. The skull is …

TTHERE’S NO ONE HOME

“TOOTHPASTE AS A WEAPON” As you may or may not know, toothpaste can be applied on the skin on top of an area subjected to ether an in-grown hair or “underground zit”. The toothpaste then raising the pus to the surface in very sort time allows the poor fuck to go ahead and lance the …

THIS HAS NO NAME, THE SOUL WAS REMOVED

This is a garbage can, this is where images come to die, a collection stolen, over used idea’s and inspirations. No blood has been spilled, no lust has been consummated, no dog’s have been hung, the children are happy and free of disease as they see something for the first time. No disruption’s, no breakfast, …

I DON’T RECALL

Sometimes you just forget what it is that you’re fucking working on, maybe you’re stoned, distracted, sick off your O.C.D., hungover, bleeding, temporally blind, too many pill’s who knows why ? And who really gives a rats ass ? Work comes from strange places and it has strange smells. It comes when you’re unconscious or …

NOT FRIENDLY

I like to collect things real or imaginary. Opposites attract me, for every butterfly there’s a moth, for every skull there’s a flower, for every pipe there’s a……….well, more pipes I suppose. Space-ship’s, telephones, brass pipe’s connected to nothing, word’s, bat’s and of coarse skull’s all coming together on the same page. These mix-matched images …

A FOREST FOR EVERYONE

I’m not sure if I pictured this in my mind or my mind salvaged it from that leaky barren warehouse some would call my brain. In all honesty I really like it and I can’t remember drawing it. I know it’s mine, my name is on it and it conveys that certain type of horror …

Disheveled Receivers

Experimental disheveled receivers. I’ve always wanted to create “Abstract” paintings but my naturalistic tendencies always drag me back into personal debates with myself about the idea’s of perfection, perception, how much to explain or allude to. How much am I involved in the process, Is it better to take away or add. Fuck it, there’s …