"If you always do what you always did, you'll always get what you always got."

4/7/17

"Watch your thoughts; for they become words. Watch your words; for they become actions. Watch your actions; for they become habits. Watch your habits; for they become character. Watch your character for it will become your destiny."


3/31/17

Many people believe that things "just happen" to them.  But as you connect more closely to yourself and the realities of who you are (instead of tuning life and feelings out); we are able to see that everything that happens to us is of our own creation.


3/22/17

The attached article is a very good read on a current heated debate in the Arts.  It is a very complex subject, with multiple areas open to debate, and (as shown) to incite anger.  Its a debate of artistic style, white objectification of black tragedy, culture, public relations, art history, white guilt, censorship, social responsibility, civil protest, dignity, history, civil rights, cultural appropriation, racism, and freedom. Or is it?  It is very difficult to have an objective point of view because every viewer comes with a solid set of baggage.

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3/16/17

Awaken your empathy to become a better person, and to take less personally.


3/6/17

I was born in 1968.  The same year that Martin Luther King jr. was murdered.  The same year that Bobby Kennedy was murdered.  The same year that Tommie Smith and John Carlos raised their black gloved fists in solidarity.  How would you like me to act when I see rampant bigotry taking over MY country?


3/2/17

It's been a few days of avoiding the ever expanding black hole that announces the choices of our current government.  I read a short story on how depressed the average US citizen is right now, how anxiety is becoming the default setting, and how laughing is the only sane response.  I'm trying.  When you see the law, the land, and the liberty stripped from so many for no other reason than because they are not rich white men- it is hard to laugh.  I need all of those others, the variety of ideas and companionship.  The wealth of principles and beliefs; to keep me grounded as a human being.  I need people who value more than money.


2/20/17

Freedom of speech is lost when no one listens.  Reach across the divide.  Being for, or against:  jobs, safety, immigration, healthcare, gay marriage, crime, body image, gun control, money, global warming, capitalism, pipelines or God-  is absolutely meaningless if you do not care about people.  Prioritizing the well-being of your fellow men, women, and children makes problem solving simple.


2/16/17

DRUM by Langston Hughes

Bear in mind
That death is a drum
Beating forever
Till the last worms come
To answer its call,
Till the last stars fall,
Until the last atom
Is no atom at all,
Until time is lost
And there is no air
And space itself
Is nothing nowhere,
Death is a drum,
A signal drum,
Calling life
To come!
Come!


I am a big fan of Harlem Renaissance poetry, the rhythm of the words for me are one of the precursors to early (or old school) rap.  The period of the early 1980's to early 1990's had great substance, it was the music of the revolution.  I know I'm getting old when I hear the pure pointlessness of what rap youth is spouting today.  Fake nonsense with only money in mind.  Whether stars (of all kinds) like it or not, they have a social responsibility.  They speak to and for millions who have no voice.  Anything short of trying to express the anxiety, the love, the needs, or the dreams of the voiceless is simply superficial crap destined to become a false nostalgia.


2/12/17

Fear drove us to where we are, and makes us vulnerable to the worst crimes imaginable. Historically speaking, Safety is never the result of fear; tragedy is the result of fear.


2/8/17

No, you don't need to make art with the sole intent of sales.  That's a craft, although love is certainly involved.  Art is following your inside feeling to an end, not to a sale.  Most often there is not much risk involved with a craft beyond "Will someone buy this?"  Art is risking everything, exposing your safe locked away inside self.  When done right, crafts are an excellent creative representation of artistic skill.  But Art and Craft are not the same, any more than Life and Death.


2/3/17

I have been a lifelong fan of Horror/scary movies.  I was drawn to the dark because I was living in it.  I think when I was a kid, it was the monsters.  The fake monsters on screen were not as bad as the real life monsters.  Then as a teen, it was the taboo, the gore, and the teen sex.  Now it is the deep dark hidden emotions, and the palpable fear.  The bleak and quiet hidden feeling that we have to come to terms with each day.  Being scared is exciting, it's a rush.  Everyone has their movies they enjoy, be it drama, comedy, romance- mine is horror.  But horror is one of the genres that creates a heavy judgment against the watcher.  Horror fans are the: dark, twisted, unstable, weird, dangerous people that you are told to avoid.  I enjoy it because the fear element is fun for me.  The monsters, the dark, the unknown, the uncontrollable- is what dominated my childhood in an alcoholic household.  This was (and is) a controlled burn for me.  There is nothing wrong with enjoying that terror, just as there is nothing wrong with enjoying sappy romance, or startling documentary, or gripping drama.  We are all different, and all ok.


1/30/17

I am a Muslim.  The most dangerous kind to our current fascist government, because; I am not actually a Muslim.  I'm not even religious.  I LOVE my country so much, I would die for it.  So much that I can't stand how quickly we have lost our ideals.  I love my country, but not the government.  We are not perfect, but we are not this disfigured monstrosity led by an orange moron.  I.  Am.  Muslim.  


1/27/17

I am taking a self imposed short hiatus from facebook (except to post art) and the news.  In one week what has happened in politics is shocking.  The drumbeat of you-know-who's name is non stop.  Magazines, news, all over tv in every damn direction.  The saturation point of pure negativity, bordering on evil actions is too much.  It is like being out on a sunny day when that thick slow cloud rolls by blocking out the sun, except it never stops.  I love my country, I would die for it.  But, I hate the government that is moving in the polar opposite direction of what America strives to be.  This is not freedom, its oppression.  I'm ashamed.


1/24/17

I have been watching the show Supernatural.  I love the show, how I did not watch before now (12 seasons late) I don't know.  But better late than not at all.  Anyway, I am in a season where the 4 horsemen are a major set of characters.  I love the alternative character ideas, and I decided to focus in on them for a project.  I want to make trading card inspired updated versions of not just the 4 horsemen, but also the 7 deadly sins- and maybe one God, and one Satan to make the pack a perfect 13 in number.  Nothing like upbeat topics!


1/22/17

My son Asher turned 13 yesterday; and the Women's march in support of women's rights and against our notmypresident Trump stunned everyone with people coming out not only all around the country, but also around the world.  The photos are inspiring, and I am so grateful to everyone who participated, you give people like me hope.  Turning 13 is a big deal.  Asher is a teen, and it only happens once.  Chris and I chose to focus on our little corner for the day, but we both supported the march.  I have great pride that so many people chose to march for rights, freedom, and ethics.  Here is a fantastic article with photos, and the first commenter below the article nails how so many people feel about "getting over it"...

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1/16/17 MLK day

Improve yourself.

Everything you do, you do as a member of a community.  It affects you, me, your family, your neighbors, your schools...your actions do more than hurt you.  Think before you speak.  Think before you act.  When you improve YOU, we all improve.


1/2/17

​I'll start the new year with one of my all time favorite quotes by Teddy Roosevelt, because I'm a quote junkie...

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”


12/27/16

I come from a very skewed view of friendships.  I moved 4 times when I was in that key range of 9-15.  As you get older, a lot gets in the way of creating new meaningful friendships.   Relationships, jobs, schedules, kids- and then beliefs.  For most people, beliefs cement as you get older, and you tire of the debate, or at least I do.  It seems as if it's getting harder to find people who don't think that they know you after a few meetings (they don't), who don't want to judge you (they do), and don't come with a never-ending set of issues that they are going to thrust upon you.  


12/21/16

My time in grad school was fairly prolific in art production, I made multiple paintings and drawings a week.  Then in my late 20's I was mixed media drawing obsessed, I carried a sketchbook everywhere.  I have piles and stacks of art.  I wasn't just trying to improve the quality of what I was making, I have always used art to communicate when words have failed me.  I thought until about a year ago that I was slowing down.  I didn't know if it was my  age, or just how it worked with creativity and life pushing its way in each day.  But then I found (or finally embraced) mixed media and digital creation.  It was like setting off a bomb in my soul.  All my studio approaches all at once. Walking, eyes closed up to the cliffs edge, the excitement of living and dying and making art bloomed all over again.  Risk and reward, trial and error, all my tools, textures, colors, challenges- are now on the table.  Now I know, it wasn't age- it was the boredom of limitation.  My brain is always on fire to make my thoughts visual, that rush of creating something is like getting answers to questions you don't yet know.


12/16/16

Few will bother to read the content of the link below, or even notice it. Even I'm numb to the utter disregard of the arts in the US. There are many professions that are maligned and mistreated, but a lot of people don't even think of art as a profession. "You are so talented" has been my go to joke for years, but not talented enough to even come close to making a living financially. The years of hard work are seen as a scam of the lazy. Hundreds of hours of hard work to create a one-of-a-kind artwork judged against mass-produced Wal-Mart garbage. The artist will always lose the fight for the dollar.  Even at the peak of commercial work, I just barely paid my bills. Heck, comics are more popular than ever- and the established legendary artists that made comics are near broke. But it's art, so no one cares. Oh I'll get nice compliments and more, but little else that allows for a total commitment to pursue the arts in this country. People will say I chose this, and stop complaining, and try harder. This right here is the most I have complained. I have always gone to a second profession to live, and outside of that 40 hour work week, outside of family and home care, and many other responsibilities- what's left for me, I soak up every second to make art. And here is the capital T truth, so few survive as long as I have. The creative passion is killed off in order to pay bills and take care of family. Imagine how much passion has been killed? Imagine what we might be if we had support? I'm only still here because I owe my life to it. If art had not taken me over as a creative outlet for a raging, repressed, ill-educated, and misguided lost youth, I may very well be dead or wishing I was. So I go on, for myself and for those lost. I pour a little oil paint on the street curb for my art homies, and wonder how the world may have been different.

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12/12/16
I have taught some form of college level art for 20 years.  I've had the talent challenged classes and survived.  But this fall I was faced with a generation that would only do the bare minimum to complete an assignment.  It wasn't about quality, it was about getting it done and expecting praise for anything.  I sent email after email that went unread, handed out copies that students wanted me to read to them, and geared the projects to their own personal interests.  Nothing created the interest and desire to work diligently.  Nothing.  I even bluntly told a student "if you don't challenge this level of quality, you will never work in any area of art."  I had a student expect an "A" simply for being there and doing something.  That was after he told me over and over "This is hard.", and "I wanted to take art because I wanted something relaxing."  Art has a stigma that all my action and work won't change, but no god damned way!  No way do you (at best) half ass the work, not read the emailed directions, ask me questions answered right in the fucking handouts and expect much of a grade.  I know this is running rampant in school.  This do nothing and complain until there is some pressure to be given a passing grade to avoid the heat mentality is real, but come on!  What on earth is your future going to be like with this mentality?  I was distressed by the lack of urgency from an educational standpoint, and the  overwhelming apathy towards independent thinking.
ps ...12/15/16
I was called "merciless'" by a student because I did not accept her portfolio late on the final day of class.  A portfolio deadline that had a strict verbally announced and discussed time- not once, but for 3 consecutive classes prior.  A deadline that that was also emailed twice, and placed in bold on the final project handout.  Not only did she rarely complete an assignment in 15 weeks, she missed this deadline that allowed students to make up for the ENTIRE semesters missing work by 2.5 hours. And, ​I was also responsible for damaging her GPA to get into her "dream school".

12/5/16
Maybe the end of mankind is not in some disease, or zombies, or nuclear war' may be it's ​the internet.  The raging sheer ignorance that has run unchecked via conspiracy sites will be the fall of Rome.  Rome will burn and the astronauts from the fake moon landing will play a fiddle with the pilots creating vapor trails to keep us sedate while we are all consumed.

12/1/16
Anyone who is not nervous about what paths of destruction our president elect will wreak, is just plain ignorant, or willfully blind.  Each day has brought a new statement against everything that our country should be about.  Yes, we have a lot of problems.  Yes, we are too slow to fix them.  But we still hold our truths to be self evident.  Nothing about our soon to be leader shows any signs of self evaluation and justice for me to support.  And no, I will not blindly support any leader simply because they hold a title.  You want respect?  Fucking earn it.

We are not witnesses, we are participants.

11/ 27/16
The start of my new website.  My very old and outdated site had a lot of varied writing.  I like writing, even if no one reads it.  I have been told that I'm "opinionated", hmm- maybe.  Most of what I write and think about is related to some element of my artwork.  Stay tuned...