To be within/
To look out\
To be within/
To look out\
To be within/
To look out\

Exchange.

Hugfuck.

Junk Culture throwin’ you down and wrappin’ you up. New video for “West Coast”:

poetry hour
Grab the crystal
Make your dash

Grab the crystal
Make your dash

Grab the crystal
Make your dash

Grab the crystal
Make your dash

Dum Dum Girls keepsin’ it real-life with some bouncy whiny punk to skate around to: “Jail La La”

poetry hour
You love
My new sweater
You swear to yourself
You will own this sweater
One day
You swear
You fell down a canyon
Who wants
My sweater
Next

Just a little something I made for my sister’s birthday out of some old jeans and a STICK!

Break out the Schminckes!

Kings of Convenience are too good. They are similar to a bear floating gently down from the sky, ready to put his hairy bear arm around your shoulder, ready to walk with you to sit on the same rock under the same sun. This is “Boat Behind”. Enjoy!

poetry hour
Please
I love
Your chewing
Sounds

poetry hour
Healthy kids
Doing
Nothing

Some shit out this month’s sketchbook comin’ atcha. Jacques Cousteau will never know.

CASIOKIDS CASIOKIDS CASIOKIDS CASIOKIDS CASIOKIDS CASIOKIDS!!!

Here’s their song “Fot i Hose”. Another personal favorite is “Togens hule”. Let’s get personal. Let’s steal purses.

poetry hour
Chaulque
Rauques
In my head
Mary found
Out
Mary trys
To
The rain hangs
Cloud party
What is the limit
Sky

Hey guys and girls. Yesterday I gave up drawing forever so I’m going to post something maybe a little bit relevant.

Math the Band is nothing short of fucking great. If you have heard of them then you can probably definitely strongly agree. If you have not, this may or may not be your best first Math the Band experience. They push the envelope and then snatch it away and shred it up and give you back a little collage made out of shredded up envelopes. This is “its elephant city baby” from their album Imaginary Everything. Yous jus gon like it.

SMILE WHEN YOU DRAW !

Share The World
16″x16″
$200

Be Careful With The Dolphins
5″x7″
$75///SOLD

I Just Want Nothin’
7″x5″
$50

The goat jived and crept with no intention of perceiving us as prey; a predator of cypress knobs and knees instead. Up the stairs he lurks until he makes sideways eye-contact with our slow and swift canoe. We stare.

He stares.

His beard waves like a fucking beautiful flag. On a pole.

We stare. The leaves rustle. He rustles. Russel Simmons rustles in a tree fort he returns to time and time again to be perverted and spy.

The goat’s vocal cords quiver with power.

He picks up his little carrot hoof ever so slowly.

STOMP!

“Hey there,”

STOMP!

“little goat.”

BLEHHHHHHH!

poetry hour
Give me your hand
Let’s play
The drums
Until the cops come
With electric
Guitars

Baby cats
Will never be kittens
Never again
Never again
Never again

Sometimes you just gotta slowwwwwwwwww/ /

down.

All Of Us
4″x3″
$40

Dig It
3″x5″
$40

Cream rises to the top; so will solutions.

Who Cares
3″x5″
$40

The More You Have The More You Lose
3″x5″
$40

The more you have/
The more you lose\
The more you have/
The more you lose\
The more you have/
The more you lose\
The more you have/
The more you lose\
The more you have/
The more you lose\
The more you have/
The more you lose\

No lie but before I say bye you can’t take money withya when you die. (group home)

Droppin’ a few more on awlyawls.

Time Well Spent
5″x7″
$60

We Said So What
7″x5″
$75

You Know, I Try To Hustle
4″x6″
$75

Email me if you’re interested or interested in buying.

poetry hour

You’re an onion
Jared
You smell bad
And make me
Cry

Come over! Sit down. Have a snack. Care for some Ovaltine? Now that my little Surf Expo deal is over I have a fucking profusion of new work to show.

Instead of relaying twenty-something batons all at once so it’s super inconvenient and difficult and similar to the pure chaos and blind movement that goes on in between the armpits of wool blazers of rowdy sweaty cheering prospective horse-race gambling men, I’m going to ever so softly punch the fuck out of your eyes with only one or two or a few new works a day so you might be able to sit down with it and chew on it. Like a little cheetah cub. We are all little cheetah cubs.

Just Sit
3″x5″
$50

When They Say, ‘You Can’t Do That.’, They Are Merely Jealous
5″x7″
$75///SOLD

The details on every frame are hand-carved with a fishing knife my Dad gave me: the same fishing knife he used to sweep the scales off of snook and redfish and grouper he caught and smoked for me when I was a knee-high. Except I washed the knife.

All this shit will be for sale, email me if you’re interested. They’re all originals, by the way.

Check back tomorrow, I’ll be posting new works every day.

Use whatever tomorrow gives you.

I took the liberty of being a 19 year old and rest among the mangroves with a puma all day yesterday instead of updating on what crazy shit happened on Day Three of Surf Expo 2010.

No crazy shit happened on Day Three.

Why do I keep capitalizing Day Three? I drew and etchasketched and made friends and laughed and cried and conducted super secret…things… that I will speak of later.

I painted this rather quickly for Get A Board. If any of my closer friends out there are wondering why the guitar isn’t in the video interview, it’s because “hugfuck the world” is not allowed to be painted on raffle-guitars. Now you know. Don’t do it!

This is roughly how I feel after the weekend. I sold some pieces, traded some art, met great people, drank a lot of Ovaltine, and got a lot of inspirational texts from Mum.

I’ll be photographing all the new work this week so you can get up close and personal (really awkwardly intimate hopefully), so be on the lookout like a Galago playing road trip bingo.

GALAGOOOOOOOO MILKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Day two at the Surf Expo was just as crazy. I stayed in my booth most of the day drawing shit while a lot of really awesome people gravitated in and laughed and scoffed and smiled and frowned and cried and all of that. No pictures for today, we left the camera back in the hotel like casual cats. I did have my sketchbook out with a sign that said “Say something vulgar!” Starting with my favorite, here are a few things that people wrote to me. I love them.

“You worthless fuckstain I hate your stupid gape face and hope to sweet-fuck you get raped and die by your friends.”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck that!”

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Goddamn. Does (your) work mean anything? Fuck.”

“Who gives a fuck? <3"

"You're fucking around...wait, your fucking around is pretty damn good.”

As you can see there were positive vibes felt by all.

I send deep thanks to all the people who showed up in my life today with an open mind and offers of opportunity. More on that later. Hopefully we’ll remember the camera tomorrow and getchawl wise to what happens on the final day.

Goodnight!

Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit. Today was rather intense. Who am I kidding, it was fucking crazy! I met so many fantastic people, there was non-stop action all over the place, and just a lot of plain good vibes. Welcome to my booth suckas!

I was selected to paint a Gibson acoustic guitar to be raffled off by the super cool heads at Get A Board Foundation! Check them out, they’re out there makin’ change and lending hands.

Hugfuck the world.

I spent most of the day painting it and hanging out at their booth while my sister and girlfriend hung out in my booth like secret underground fox troopers answering questions and giving out creepy stickers.

They did some cool shit with the stickers on the floor in front of us to snag attention and make people feel awkward (a good, warm awkward) for stepping on hundreds of seemingly ignorant faces. A spiral, a snail, a happy triangle with arms, and an interactive hopscotch zone were some of the arrangements. I think tomorrow they said a whale is in store. Well fuck yes.

After painting the guitar today, I agreed to a little video interview for Surf Expo and Get A Board; should be pretty funny. Yes! Many many other great things happened today that I will keep to myself for now.

Simply.

Check back tomorrow to see what happens; I need sleep like plants need sun!

With help, (of course!), I’m finally moved in and set up to begin whatever adventures come my way for this little Surf Expo exhibition. I’m directly next to Brandon McLean (aka Elus1v) and George Peterson of the Circle Factory. Check these cats out if you know whats good for ya, their work is insane! I’ll be meeting all of the other artists tomorrow during Day One.

Check back tomorrow night for pictures of the secret little pieces I’ve been hiding and the booth set-up!

Godspeed!

While reading, I ask that you play this song by Metronomy, “Do The Right Thing”.

Sitting at the bus stop listening to people talk about anything but Manateesealbirds really dashes my hope for our generation. We know they exist, we know they need help. But we carefully tiptoe around the subject thinking someone else will resolve the issue.

Yesterday, in a pile of old shirts and pants and thread and sewing machines and stuffing, I found one, injured. Cold. Hungry. I whispered several vulgar phrases under my breath in dismay. Things I won’t write here. Things like, “Holy shit. Look at his cute as shit button eyes. Oh fuck.”

Manateesealbirds thrive in soft, puffy habitats. Because they have no limbs, hiding among the pillows of a bed is their only mechanism of defense against predators. Manateesealbird numbers are rapidly declining as people become too cool to have odd stuffed animals in their room.

You can help. You can adopt a Manateesealbird for $50 USD, shipping not included. If anyone, anyone out there at all, cares about the fate of this beautiful creature, please, leave a comment describing your encounters you may have had with a Manateesealbird or interest in adopting the one I have discovered.

I’ll send him in a perforated box so he can breathe. I’ll include a drawing and some free stickers so he can keep himself busy in transit. I’ll give it all to you. I’ll put it all on the Internet.

Do the right thing.

Jack Kubizne directed this fucking fantastic video for the song “Brother Sport” by Animal Collective from their album Merriweather Post Pavilion. I’m normally not a fan of biting neons and the psychedelic, but there’s some liberation to be found if you let it sweep ya on up.

Go go go go go go go go go go go go!

Push!

Today marks ONE WEEK until my little Surf Expo show. Or at least one week until I have to set up my little booth. 100 square feet of fuck yeah.

I played in the snow over holiday break. More specifically, a snowboard trip to Grand Targhee for fresh pow-pow. Yum. Downtime at our little pad out there was still fun as shit, but I needed a break from drawing and went sniffing around. I found a frozen pond in the middle of some townhomes, whispered something crucial to myself, and ran back to get a shovel. My sister brought a broom. The Weatherman said more snow would come that night and the sun was setting so we had to hustle, hustle, hustle. Seventy-five feet wide by twenty-three feet tall.

Here Today.
Gone Tomorrow.

My sister got me a pocket trumpet for Christmas. Cool. As. Shit.

I painted my MIDI keyboard solid white with a hot pink volume button like I want it.

And I owe you guys some ambiguous shots while I prep and work and bleed and sweat and cry and laugh and pretend to know what the fuck I’m doing for Surf Expo.

7 DAYS!

AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

The last few pages of November’s sketchbook lurked in the back…waiting. And then I drew all the fuck over them. Instead of buying a new book for December, I decided it was time to break the cycle and make my own.

It was basically free: old textbooks fished out of dumpster for the cover (LURK LURK LURK), scrap paper for the filler, dental floss for the binder, a shoe lace for the shoe lacer, and some glue for the gluer.

le front

l’arrière

Well then, straight to work, yeah? Here’s a few.

now that’s some fucking adorable shit

Sometimes I forget it’s good to play. Crayons are a nice start.

I’m not showing any work that will be in my little Surf Expo showing, but when January comes, whoosh.

You know?

Here’s a few drawings from last months sketchbook!

There are so many things happening at once getting ready for my first show but I absolutely love it. I’m still debating whether to put up those works or let them ripen and just dump everything into your brain when January rolls around. But, for now, here are sneak/peeks.

Oh, so many secrets. You’ll see. Here’s a repost of a video I made earlier this year.

ain’t chillin’ from hunter on Vimeo.

Gotta make more!

Gotta make!

Make make make make make make!