Just met up with a local SF Artist and rad dude named Matthew Badja at Flywheel in the Haight. Much of his practice consists of Photography and some really cool social practice, street installation work. Anywho, I feel inspired myself to post some photos for you gals guys and gender benders. I hope you enjoy. Please contact me if you would like to have prints of any of these.
I am working on a new zine for an upcoming show this fall. I am pretty excited about it. It will be less direct theme based or hyper specific and be more of a stream of consciousness flow of ideas and creative inspiration and personal history. The may be a frame work into a larger narrative world as an over arching structure but we shall see where it goes thus far. Haven't made one in a long time and really want to create something new. Here are some sample page ideas...
Not long ago a great artist, business man, and friend commissioned me to create "literally whatever you want" as was explained by him. We share a love of anime and manga, a love of expressive painting and art that evokes narrative, feeling, and permits us to explore time and our own emotional content as tied to memory and to the way that certain pieces of our upbringings help us to channel our present and communicate with others. He is a painter as am I, but our languages aesthetically are very different, yet we find so much depth and connection in one another's language. So it was an honor to paint this for him with the freedom to just go in on it. I wanted to craft something that spoke to our mutual love of certain manga, to our mutual reality of facing adversity and through acceptance, hard work, dedication, surrender, passion, persistence, and the duality of chaos and thus finding the space to be still through the journey we call life. This is piece is very special too me. It is so personal and then upon it's delivery my friend Kent who commissioned said to me, "This painting is everything to me." Sometimes we have moments in this cosmic puzzle that really shed light on the fact that existence is so far beyond what we see and think on a daily basis. I am working on editing some better shots of this piece but here are images of this diptych for you to see. It is two panels, both 3'x4', house paint, spray paint, acrylic paint, tempera, pencil, oil pastel, acrylic lacquer, and more. 2018
That's right, the MEGA ANNUAL GROUP SHOW is here at the Tri Lateral Superchief Empire respective headquarters, aka LA NYC and MIAMI! I am so stoked to have been down since 2013 and the movement moves on. I am showing a new but classic piece called Beautiful Future! Sumi Ink on Paper at the LA gallery. And here are some flyers for ya'll as well.... Stay weird you freaks.
Winding through the outpost of the corporate empires. Fueled by the batteries of human machine flesh rubber heat gravel tar amoebic bio morphs. Loved by all who ramble down it's soft rolling spaghetti western landscape. Truckers take part in breaths of the pure spirit. Cowboys sit down on the hot road to become monks in the blazing sun. The clouds create empires and civilizations in the blink of an eye lost by the hawk's wing swells. Turn an eye to time here, as it it stands still yet the traffic moves through the dimensions at hand.
A few photos from our recent trip down the 5 to LA, and a studio shot of a work in progress.
Here are a few recent studio shots. About to get really busy...
Just wanted to post some art. Drawings, ideas, things I don't always post. I have been teaching a drawing class to a really cool student lately and it has me very inspired to draw more and post more. The reality of that initial conversation with the paper and pencil or pen, the initial barrage of thought and energy revealing itself onto a surface is the glue of the process for me in many ways. I want some day to just do a whole show of random idea drawings, sketches, stream of consciousness stuff all over the walls of a gallery. I have been having a multi personality wall in the studio lately, a period where I have done so much in so many veins that it is hard to refine it all to one unique vision, so I am having to work through it and see what the coherent linear thread is. Drawing in its rawest form is really the architecture for this process and I am happy to be able to share it all with you. Some of this work is a part of, or preliminary drawings, for my upcoming show at Runaway in Durham NC.
No steps on the bus stop too heavy,
No weight inside of a word light enough,
No tendrils of paralysis left untethered,
No wind weak enough to burn the eyes from self conscious ego,
A timely decision to get involved,
A rugged terrain,
Through waves of anxious noxiousness,
Through dependence on outer limit circumstance for validation an verification,
Through a shrill note of absolute confusion,
Paying it forward,
With every step into Mummra's strange cave of scary ass shit,
Finding purpose in nothingness,
Untold stories of absolute strength and power sometimes come in packages you never knew,
We stand mighty,
Against times anarchic frenzy,
Making the way our own,
As best we can.
I have made a lot of art. I have made a lot of art that meant a lot to me and that I found to be next level, but has not really had much of a response amongst my audience. I have likewise made things that a lot of people seem to love and I myself am into but don't find that next level depth in and can just sort of enjoy as a pretty picture over time, nothing wrong with that. Then there are the pieces that seem to sync up with all of it. The universe surrounds excites and we all lift up in a movement from the connection.
Here are some works I haven't show a whole lot that seem to have done all three.
My whole life I have found deities, specifically Asian Religious deities and gods extremely fascinating. I have always had a spiritual and visionary connection, a feeling of power and universal energy when I see these epic characters in print or in person. The first experience I had in person was hilariously at a "Japanese" Steak House in Durham, NC as child. There were an assortment of buddhist statues, mainly sitting Buddhas and a set of Samurai Armor in the museumesque entrance way walking into the highly americanized corporate take on a Japanese experience. Nonetheless at the age of 6 I was astounded and completely transported to a surreal world of power, dynamism, energy, history, and feeling that I had before then not known.
In Taiwan and Singapore when I was 7, en route with my father's modern dance company Pilobolus at the time, I first time was able to see real larger than life statues of the buddha, of deities, of creatures from Asian folklore, of dragons, of tiger, fish, even the famous lion headed fish in Singapore. My mind swirled and I felt compelled to discover more.
Deities have played a major role in the evolution of my figurative abstraction works over time. Creating creatures larger than life and beyond human comprehension that eventually overtake the world that we live in under the illusion that we human's actually control any of it. Raijin and Fujin are two of my favorites that I continue to investigate in my personal work. My trips to Japan have really continued to compel me to connect with these two major figures of Japanese Mythology and Religious Iconography and I continue on to immerse myself deeper and learn more about this aspect of culture. I have to stop writing at this moment to continue on my day, but let this passage be an intro to an ongoing investigation into seeking the power of these deities and finding my own interpretations of them into my own work, mythology, and practice.
All the worlds a stage, A giant hot dog stand yelling forward to come get a deal, A 24 Hour Target milked to gills with red and white hallways of product juice,
All the world knows that our fundamental flaw is our own obsession with self destruction,
All the world also knows that we are creatures of emotion who's evolution has not caught up with our ignorance.
I like to focus on the clarity of the journey and admit my moments of blind ambition,
It's a power when ambition and right sized attitudes can keep creating things that don't fuck us up anymore than we already are. It's a deeper power when those things lead us through a life that works to elevate to a level of clarity that stimulates fulfillment.
I am releasing two prints with House of Roulx today at noon (eastern standard time). Two of my favorite works from my catalogue, Goddess and Grow Forward. There are 10 Hand Embellished Variants of Goddess, signed and numbered, 12 Standard Signed and Numbered prints of Grow Forward, and 3 more Hand Embellished Variants of Grow Forward also signed and numbered. These two pieces were both breakthrough works, and this print release is no different. I look forward to doing more and more of these as my work continues to grow. If you enjoy my work and are able, please do grab these prints as they are very limited and full of life and new energy.
The link to purchase at noon, 03/19/2018, est is ...
I am at the airport right now headed to NYC. When I booked this ticket it was for my partner's birthday and also to peep some of the Armory show, BUT, BOOM, Superchief is also having a massive group show and a Juxtapoz issue release party one night after the other starting tomorrow, Friday 03/09/2018! The Saturday 03/10/2018 is the official show opening! Going to be nuts. I have been working with these guys since 2013 and I have to say, they are the future of so much that is art in the US and abroad. We are a movement, a community, a powerhouse of ideas and forward motion and insanity and I am so grateful to have been a part for over 5 years now. We are living in strange times and they continue to carry a torch through the darkness, with a huge squad to support that fire.
Superchief NY is located at 1628 Jefferson Ave, Ridgewood, NY 11385,
Their website is http://superchiefgallery.com
The pieces I will be showing are below. I can't wait to get to the clubhouse.
I painted the piece above, Hadouken, on a trip to NYC last year during a period of immense travel. It was one of my favorite moments of the 2017 and I am really happy to unveil it officially!
And this piece from my older show in Chelsea in 2015, From Here is also going to be up and broadcasting live...
Littered on the Concrete Floors as Light Peeked in from it's overcast hidey hole burnt by the suns wish to warm a frigid landscape,
Marking sticks marked territory and then marked new doorways to let rushing feeling overwhelm the barricades of the heart and let themselves Sprawl along the walls in a wrapped Beauty,
A soul made of the Universe's Particles of Time Space and Continuum and legend and intimate understanding guided My hands seeking strolls through the particulate of the East Coast air,
I washed up in a Warehouse of brilliance surrounded by powers of lightning and rhythms of purpose,
My bank Account looked like the carcass of a turtle left on the Road and not helped across, thunder struck by the wheels of a Nascar Sticker Bearing pick up, but it didn't phase me when the wind singed my ears with bitter frost and I knew I was alive,
I knew I was alive,
I knew I was alive,
I knew I was more than the sum of my parts and the sum of the parts of the possibilities that had surrounded me to drive to this moment of old meets new meets right now,
I knew it was a doorway, sculpting and carving a landscape from the flat high impact concrete floor with paint covered shoes and an invigorating series of morning breathes,
after prayer, and caffeine, and panic, and triumph,
I threw it all into that which was right in front of me, and I received it all as it was meant to be,
Fulfilled until the next empty tank,
They Always See it, and They Always Guide me Through.
A power that thrusts and receives,
A time breaking fervor of sight,
The transponder to the universe clear and yet indecipherable,
We move forward out of practicality yet knowing the reasons for our motion are beyond us,
Convincing ourselves we understand it all, yet simply knowing deep within that once we stop existing deep within, once that channel is cut, what are we but nothingness,
A prayer for the power to receive and give in accordance, to give and thus receive without expectation,
Wrought in a world of expectation singing the siren song of know it allness,
The song of developed theories of how to manuals,
Yet one thing remains true, we must keep moving, even then that means the cultivation of a stillness existing in pure light churning and vibrating with a bubbling glow of awakening.
So I am going to continue to make myself write a piece and pair it with images. I have been thinking a lot lately about the temporal nature of existence against the reality that change is constant but our energy is infinite, I believe at least.
A rhythmic writhing inside of the bellies of time,
The hunger growling's of a soul devoid of the acknowledgment of it's need to explore,
Gaining momentum as clarity becomes the gateway for an onslaught of beauty,
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as the worm collects itself at intervals inside of my soul and the center of my chest,
The preparation for the compulsion become drive become open hearted connection,
The table of bounty strewn forth in shifting moments,
But still the pulsing energy of the worm,
Still the omnipresent power of creation finds its avenue from freneticism to calm fusion,
A see through shear cloth, pierced nipples and a smile of exhibitionist glee,
open to the fireworks of inspiration,
Smiles of clock blocking stop time and let the worm weave itself into itself,
I rip my stomach out and embrace the worm as my mind rises from my skull and fuses with the starry night sky,
Rising off the tarmac to greet the next challenge and find the next thread of raw power.
I have been keeping up with a changing world, a changing mind, changing emotions, and a changing landscape of relevance in a faster shifting universe. I haven't had a moment to sit down and focus on a year in review for 2017 and a look for 2018 but I will once I get the chance. Last year was powerful, it saw a shift in intent, practice, identity, purpose, internal demons come the fuel of work and the emergence of new energy for connection, and the scope of what I can accomplish and see in this world. Needless to say it was a year of lessons, it was a year of healing, a year of seeing, a year of discovery, a year of acceptance, and a year of moving forward as I aim to progress horizontally rather than vertically in the soup of humanity. I want to revisit an art form I was once really into, the spoken and written word, and will try to post written material for you as regularly as possible from here on out. I have been thinking in terms of poetry and abstract thought assemblage to inform a narrative with images from my collection of experience so here. goes a first installment. This is about 2017...
Nature Grains Scraping the Rapture of Good Sense,
Unloaded Time Clock Inflight Navigation Fiddles,
The Temporal Space against the Clock, to find a portion of Endlessness that Suits me,
Divorced from Self Pity and asking to be removed of Self Seeking Motives,
Drowning in the Light of a Bathed Child,
Nurturing Thought amongst the Incompetence of Ego,
Fly Solo but Always Missing and Loving Partners in the Dramatic Screenplay of Times Embrace,
Kanye West and Hospital Floors Dripping in Fluids of Shakier Times,
The Sun Creeping in Through Windows while Fresh Thoughts of What Can I do rather than What Must I Do begin to swirl with a Reckoning of Spirit through my Blood,
Old Man Logan Ain't Coming Round Here No More, But He is Never Really Gone,
A Love Found in Freedom and Movement Parallel to none Before,
Solace Found in Smells and Sizzles of Mixed Chopped Salty Goodness,
Solace Found in the Flesh of I Just Met You and our Magnetism is Made for Right Now,
Solace Found in the Laughs and Smiles and Glimmers of those Perfect Moments Set Free from Time's U-Lock,
A Vehicle for Growth Finds it's Transitory Ticket Holder Whose Roots are Strong Enough to be torn up yet never forget the Soil They Come From,
I just Want to find the Best Plate of Stewed Pork Leg so I can Give it Another Wanderer Whose Purpose is so Clear.
Once in a while I find myself going through some old folders in my computer looking for images of art work to send to collectors, press folks, curators, friends, countrymen and women, you know, all the peoples. When i find myself doing that I usually discover some old photos I had long since forgotten, or find myself immersed in an experience I had not thought of in some time as the lens opens up a whole world of time and place. Here are some images I happened upon while searching for pictures for an upcoming Bloody Gums Portrait show.