Ponderous petting

Title: The Wellness of snow

Title: The Green Lagoon and Reptiles

Title: The Half Mann

Title: The Dragon year

Title: Emo land

Art in General: Rambling about art in general. I was at my gallery job today, I went in there not expecting much from anything. I was kind of reading this book about Networking, and it was very insightful Business book, having nothing to do with art, but it really is worth reading.

This phony looking guy named Jeffery Gitmore writes it, and it had my head nodding at places, giving me a better clue to get stuff in America. I guess the rules change all the time here in this country, and I just needed some clue to help me out with my life. It pretty much made me think that you really got to make the right connections, and you have to do it in a way that won't be desperate. I tend to be a drooling dog about everything, from relationships to jobs, and Art related things, and he was saying in the book that you got to be their friends first, take it easy about what you want out of them and slowly and gradually get to the point. I know that being so direct doesn't help too much, and I have been doing that, so I am glad to know that even in the business world you have to treat it like you are making friends in college.

I was good at connecting with people at college, and it was probably because I was just making friends. Now that I have an agenda, it's pretty hard to connect with people. They know that I am selling them stuff, or talking to them because of an Agenda, so it's hard to connect. He was saying that listening to their stories, and being more interested in what they do, what they were about was more important. I am saying the same shit over and over again, but I know I have been fucking up.

My mind is up in the clouds, I can't think clearly now a days. I have too much stuff that I want to do and accomplish that nothing seams to be working. I am spread too thin, and running around like a headless chicken. I told about my condition of my life to this guy who works at the gallery with me. We both agree that the gallery which we are employed at is run down kind of, and without structure. His name is Jesse, and he has been to Iraq and New Orleans, and he told me some good stories which were inspiring. It seamed that he had more of his act together and he was a artist too, but we was directing his art sales to places that made sense and was doing a good job at it and was making good sales. I been meeting a lot of people who seam to be getting it with art, and who are only one step ahead of me, so it makes me think that maybe I am closer than what I think is my dream. I really wanted to make my living off of my art work, I didn't want to work for no one. As I go through with this life in America, I have learned that no matter what you do, you are going to have to serve somebody, and there is no escaping that. All I have to do is more paintings, and bigger ones, and get in to bigger galleries, and places where woman in their 30's or 40's would hang out at. It seamed that Jesse was at the place where I wanted to be at, just living off his work, and the only thing that I don't have that he had was just more go go ness, and willingness, guts to do whatever it takes to make that dream come true, and I looked at my self and thought, where the hell did my guts go? Did I leave it at the chines restaurant? The mall?

I been a damn wussy with this art thing. All I had to do was have more willingness and guts to go out there and meet the right people, and express whatever I had to express. I been hitting small time, at the clubs and start up galleries, Yoga studio's and video shops. Who buys art there? I don't think anyone is looking for art at that kind of places.

I know what I got to do, I just got to go get it.

Where the Hell are we going

I don't know where I am going with all this Art and Music, and conspiracy theories, and philosophy and religion, and work, and relationships, but I am like giving up on controlling them. I should trust in the creators ways.

I have stumbled upon Judaism, and it's pretty interesting, what they believe. I like this quote here.

"I believe with perfect faith that to the Creator, Blessed be His Name, and to Him alone, it is right to pray, and that it is not right to pray to any being besides Him."

"I believe with perfect faith that the Creator, Blessed be His Name, has no body, and that He is free from all the properties of matter, and that there can be no (physical) comparison to Him whatsoever"

This is from the 13 principles of Faith, called theMaimonides

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judaism

See I can could believe in this, it's understandable and doesn't require to live like a monk all the time. Buddhism is great, but I can't be goody goody all the time, the world is not a nice place, and sometimes I have to bend the laws of Karma, and be aggressive about what I want, instead of not wanting anything and working and working on Karma, and not doing anything about anything. It gets old, I can't wait around all the time. If I was to practice on my Karma, I would not have been able to do anything. Truly, it shouldn't matter what religious beliefs you have, it's all customs and cultural tendencies, that celebrates the sacred and the profane, and just worshiping one god, and having faith in that might be good enough. I can't settle with one thing though, I am always looking for an alternative I guess.

meh

Title: The grey that resides

Does laziness plague my soul? I have not been active with words, and a clear explenation. I been more abstract, but that's what artist do right, just show the pictures and try to get away with it. I think that's what I am trying to do.

Cutey Hney

TITLE: Grass Land

TITLE: WHEN WHAT WHERE

Series: Bill

Title: Billy Gatey Gate

PAINT

TITLE: PRODUCE MAN

TITLE: SHORTY GONE RIGHT

TITLE: Hawaiian Buble Gum Chew Test

TITLE: The Blue Hawaiian Summer

TITLE: Wonderlust

NEW STUFF

TITLE: Super worm shagz miel



TITLE: The bafoonary consent

TITLE: B-boy bonanza and the snow ball roll for tommarow

clap in the name of love

TITLE: The emergence of the eye




TITLE: The Brain on mid terms

TITLE: The true resident

OHCH: No way, my stuff looks way better back in the day. I really should not have listen to my profesors at all. They did not make any good advice, and they made my art look like shit. The one on top the eye, is more of me than any thing, I showed this to my prof, and he didn't like it. He did not know what he was talking about, I was way better at color back in the day, and it was more interesting. He basically said that it was too much, and I just use several colors instead of tons of it, and now what, my paintings look stale and spirit-less. I should have only listened to my self, I can't hear what others are saying.

These are just some'n left

Title: The morning I call home

Title: Happy days of lie

Title: Adam and Eve

Title: My lonlyest

YO: These are just some nice pictures from yesterday. I just felt like posting alot of these so I can feel good about my self not doing too much. There will be more to come, for I am preparing a bunch of them soon, and they will be good, very good indead.

This is your mind on whatever

Title: THE TV ADS

Title: The Nest of no production

Title: YO you wellcome, I am coming over now, better be prepared

Title: Emparis

Explenation: Here you can see me trying to get things to a massive audiece sooner, but using the dirty technology. I am really being cheap and am just painting with the paint tool that comes with a standard windows thingy. However, I am at the same time trying to make a mark on the overly inhumane world of internet imagery. The Perfectly crafted, and the manufactured has cuased us to see only a few points of view, a much narrower perspective, and thus turning us in to zombiefied spectators. I am in these series, painting over the ever mighty images of paris, so in a way trying to say no seniorita, ama strip your powers back. Celebrities who obtained power through blood lines deserve to be rediculed in public, and by slumbering over a much recognized face, the audience feels like they are in charge, or realize that she just another image, an illusion.

The Rest of the series are playfull exercises, and regurgetation of images consumed from TV land.

How she really looks

I did this just with a crappy ass program, so don't get on me with it. I am trying to do more of a Andy Warhol kind of thing as you can see, however it all got inspired from just from the idea of retaliating to mass media images. Basically I just want to give my piece of mind to these over-rated celebs. Hope it will be a cool series of work, but I am only getting comments that say, oh cool, or oh nice..... maybe I should make it more crazyer.