New Friend

Every time I look at this piece it just makes me happy. So I suppose I should never give the piece up or sell the little guy, unless I come across someone who needs his cheering up more than I do.

Following the Woodworks Psomething

So completely forgot to post this up for a while now and I finished a bamboo frame for the little guy. When I get a chance to pound some nails in the wall I'll post a picture of it hanging.

Eh too lazy right now to think of a good title

Seeing Double Again

Fun stuff making this thing

Sketching Ideas

Been working on some sketches to gain some new idea's for my artwork. Hopefully they inspire something great, been kind of feeling in a bit of a slump.

Taking time our for the night

I think that I want to give this piece to my niece.

Just In the Spare Time

While working on the frame for that little wood works project I finished up this piece as well. Working on a few other pieces that I have been pushing off for some people, while trying to improve my skills and color knowledge.

Following the wood works P2

Following the wood works P1

Thought I would show you where this little piece I'm working on leads too, and hopefully somewhere interesting.

Yay for new paintings

Creative Bug

So yesterday or just 5 hours ago I had the opportunity to enjoy the downtown LA art walk once again. Meeting new people as well as old, and enjoying a very productive day. With all the inspiration and conversations that was around me, thoughts began to swell. I honestly think that we are all artist it is just finding that artist in you. The little bugger is buried deep inside your chest, and once you think you have him he makes a mad dash for your brain. Once it is up there you can finally corner the little guy and put him to good use. But those that leave it may lose it forever if they are not careful. Because it is a mysterious one and will come and go as it pleases, even the best artist loses it, but find him hiding under the stomach somewhere in the back of your ass. This fellow is a tricky one, sometimes when you are feeling sad it cheers you up. When you are feeling mad it brings the ocean to calm your soul. Sometimes when you don't know why it left, it will hide and surprise you when you least expect. I can't explain it and I don't think that I will ever be able too, nor do I know why mine comes and goes. It is just something that you have to catch on your own, so let the hunt begin.

Working On a Lantern

So I have been spending much of my time building this little lantern and so far I'm really digging the process I have been making especially seeing it come together. There are a few more details and pieces that I need to put on it, but it is getting to be almost completed.

A life Emerging

Time for the painting to start jumping out at you. Probably one of my favorite paintings that I have done and really happy the way it turned out.

One Thousand and One Thoughts with No Where to Go

Why do we as humans toil away, always thinking and considering. It is a curse and a gift that we all must bare, thinking of what could happen or what has happened. Dreaming new worlds or new ideas, we are a society of thinkers which we have evolved from our ancestors. It is what sets us from any other creature, because we ask the questions “why?”. It has allowed our civilizations to grow and improve on past mistakes, but at the cost of our sanity. We today have become a culture of so many thinkers that we are all driving ourselves mad, within our own heads. Or maybe it is just me that feels this way, but I ask myself so many questions in so many ways, and going from those results asking myself are you sure about that conclusion. Not to say everyone over thinks, but there is a large majority that does and there is no escape from it, unless you take the right medication. This is the curse that we all have to endure and I fear that as our minds continue to grow, so will the thoughts in our head. Hopefully by then there will be a 24hr dry cleaner for your brain to drop all of those unnecessary thoughts down the sink.

A little piece that I wrote about over thinking.