Few things are as heart wrenching as watching someone you love die but I can tell you that watching someTHING you love die can elicit similar pain and heartache. It is torture to watch something you worked on and poured your passion into as it dies, worse when you see it dying but can't stop… Continue reading The Death of Community Art
I can be called many things but an elitist is not one of those things. I grew up a dork, and remain a dork to this day. That is who I am. And having not done art since I was a teenager, I am a self taught artist, so any ego I have about my… Continue reading Art With a "Message"
For the past three years some friends and I have been putting together indie art shows in downtown Flint that we called Guerilla Art shows - the name deriving from what my landlord called the first one he had us put together, he wanting a 'guerilla art show' in the building where I live, on… Continue reading Guerilla Art Show – the show that was
Can I tell you how weird it is to sell stuff? Seriously? Especially for me, to sell art. I love painting, I love taking pics, I love drawing, but all of that is secondary to writing. This is all stuff I have said, before. I have drawn since I was a very little boy, the… Continue reading Selling Out
I did a couple paintings over the weekend, and these are them. It is funny 'cause I had ideas for both and neither turned out how I had thought. Hecks, I had to re-do part of Mr. Mouth, but such is the joy of painting. The random pic is one I took for fun. 'Cause… Continue reading New paintings and tools of the trade
I can't really tell you the day I decided I wanted to be a writer, or had to be a writer, or needed to be a writer, or whatever it is that compels us to do something. I can't tell you because I don't think there was a day, one day, where that dawned on… Continue reading What we Love