Watch the Throne No.1

What happen to the American dream?! It came true! You're looking at it!

Chilren are a blessing, ain't they.

My little girl just got her first two teeth. She's now eight months old and her swag is severely swollen. I remember before she was born so many people would tell me that my art work would drastically change. That seeing the birth of my first child will force me to see only  the beauty in the world and I will have a softer approach to my art. That I won't focus on the primitive ugly urge that is human nature which causes us to continue to destroy one another just as we have done since the dawn of our existence. I will no longer feel rage and passion about the corporations and institutions who exploit those without the means to fight back for their personal gain as I watch everyday people struggle to make something out of their existence while those at the top get fat and drunk off our backs. I won't care to seek out and ask questions about the world and my place in it.


I'm so glad I don't feel that way any more because that shit was bumming me out... now here is a painting of a woman sitting on a golden bull that's slowly bleeding to death.

First The Fat Boys Break Up, Now This...

It's weird when I was a kid I knew nothing and thought when I grow up I will know everything. By the time I was a teenager I didn't want anyone to tell me anything. (Because what did people older than me know?) When I was in my 20's I thought I had it had figured out and saw the world as it really was. Now that I'm 32 and after a decade of studying and observing and experiencing, I've realized that the more I learn the less I know. The world and life aren't as black and white as they were in my 20's now everything is in techno-color. A lot of let downs, a lot of reasons to hope but most of all, a lot more questions.


This is why I'm naming my show in July at Central Piedmont Community College, "First The Fat Boys Break Up, Now This..." 
Google it.

Artists are the poorest

Tonight the plan is to watch 30 Rock (we don't have cable), eat some peasant food and then work on this painting titled "Watch the Throne" for my show in July at CPCC. I'm eager to see how the bull turns out. I plan to paint him a yellowish color. It's my first time I've use an animal this prominently in a composition. I'm going to finish this painting by Monday or die trying.

DUHH!

Mitt Romeny recently said that he didn't care about the very poor...yeah we know.

the haves

The top 1% owns 42% of the wealth in the US...so don't ask why I designed this



30 foot time machine

I want to let you in on a little secret. I kinda hate doing collaborations with other artists. Yes, the guy who help start an art collective isn't too fond of working with other artists. Reason being is I've had some pretty bad experiences with collabing or watching others do it. Either the chemistry and timing isn't there or one person is doing all the heavy lifting while other use him or her as a crutch.  So now I'm pretty selective about who I choose to work with. I don't want to create some horrible decrepit monkey fetus and call it art ( Sadly a monkey fetus in a gallery would sell like crazy). So I'm always a little apprehensive when beginning to work with someone.  But this wasn't the case with the project below titled 'Here's Hoping it Rhymes for a Reason" which is now on view at the UNCC Center City Building until Oct. 11th.. I've know John since college and we've both wanted to do a project like this. Plus alot like me John worries about getting better with is work. In turn this forces him to push himself to new heights so I can respect that because I'm constantly trying to do the same. So the entire process was quite enjoyable, we painted, talked about life and art, made stupid jokes (really stupid jokes), all while listening to late nineties hip hop... just like in college when life made a lot more sense.  It felt good.