Saturday, June 25, 2011
also j poop (aka john root)'s new tattoo:
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: whats with this tumblr bullllllshiiiiiit? all these fools re posting peoples art and NOT giving credit... my mind is blown.. extending/exposing your identity to the digital age seems to lead one to a stagnate cesspool- only to find yourself drained dry by ravaging leeches. i am happy to experiment with seeing if people connect to my art... and i realise now how much i need more support in order to not be the brokest fool around... but i don't want to see it thrown about or to appear in some vomit worthy dude zine i did not agree to contribute to... ask, y'all... im mostly pretty chill. in these trying times one must be thoroughly WARNED: the internet will suck dry your youthful soul and spit you out a sagging withered sack. go play outside and stop living vicariously through other peoples photos... for the love of everything forgotten to be holy we must try and remember what it real. myself included. with that said- i just deleted a 3 paragraph rant i accidentally wrote about michael jacksons body being shot into the moon, lunar runes and j.f.k... but this ain't no diary and i don't want to freak too hard on this thing... i really appreciate you looking at this waste of digital space and i sincerely apologize for this regurgitated post-teen angst. i have gone blind with the rage of my ancestral guilt...
without the dull throbbing of existence
the stimulation of our corpse will become meaningless in practice
and void of spirit.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
ok dudes.. more oldies only because i cannot figure this out how to scan these big drawings i dragged all the way here... and i don't know how to put my cameras pictures on with this thing. and i have not slept in 27 hours. and i never use the computer. must take advantage. of everything. always.
life-size cutout mermaid mama made of cardboard. (sorry about the nasty brown tarp she's laying on.) 2 years old maybe. the night i shellacked her i accidentally left her outside during the only intense rain and lightning storm i have witnessed in my three years of oakland existence... she survived. true story.
weave mama - unfinished.
been ignoring this hairy beast for 3 years.. paper dyed with tobacco by David Ellis.
3 year old etching. framed.