Thursday, December 24, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Zine time!
Just finished the first issue of my Film Geek Mafia Zine available for sale on ETSY
FGM Zine is a quarterly- handmade- D.I.Y.- 53 page- black and white- art- Zine. It's a collaboration of one of a kind stories, poems, rants, photos, collage, comics, sketches, haikus, and art by a collective of filmmakers, artists, and musicians scattered across the US.
FGM Zine is a quarterly- handmade- D.I.Y.- 53 page- black and white- art- Zine. It's a collaboration of one of a kind stories, poems, rants, photos, collage, comics, sketches, haikus, and art by a collective of filmmakers, artists, and musicians scattered across the US.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
gotta love Christopher Moore
A few passages from one of my favorite by C. Moore. I adore his style especially his character descriptions and dialogue.
from Fluke:
"Clay was a guy who liked things and among things he liked the most was the sea, but this morning he held nothing but disdain for his old friend. That sapphire blue was indifferent. the waves elitist. She'd kill you without even learning your name. "you bitch" Clay said loud enough for the sea to hear. He spit into her face and walked back home"
"smoking basic 100's, talking in voices that sounded like 151 poured into hot grease... they were 35 or 65, the color of mahogany, skinny and strong from living on boats, liquor, fish and disappointment"
"95% of all the species that have ever existed are now extinct so don't look so god damn smug"
"Kona was in tears, wailing lie Bob Marley in a bear trap"
"evil fuckery most foul"
from Bloodsucking fiends:
"she was 26 and pretty in a way that made men want to tuck her into flannel sheets and kiss her on the forehead before leaving the room, cute but not beautiful. "
"You got to go to a city and starve. I don't know a Kafka from a nuance, but I know that if you're going to be a writer then you got to starve, you wont be any damn good if you don't starve. "
from Coyote Blue:
"anger is the spirits telling you your alive"
"I don't give a desiccated damn. I don't give a reconstituted damn. I don't give a creamed damn on toast. I don't give a damn. "
from the lust lizard of melancholy cove:
"like many artists, estelle lived in an atmosphere of chaotic funk, taken by observers to be artistic charm, but in fact was no more than a civilized way of dealing with the relative poverty and uncertainty of cannibalizing one's imagination for money"
"to skinner dead bird was the smell of romance"
Monday, October 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Farewell Franny
I sold Franny my grunge-froggy-art-monster to a women in New South Wales Australia. My first Aussie sale on etsy! Safe travels down under Fran Fran I'll miss your big corduroy eyes and velvet smile. You were one of my favorites.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Home Sweet Fire
I'm back in LA, stoked to be home except that there is ash everywhere. LA is on fire, again. We could see the flames as we headed into the city on I-5 another beautiful tragedy of mother nature that makes a stunning photo op. Another excuse to go to the beach where the air is slightly cleaner and maybe I should reconsider my career and get back into emergency fire fighting. 
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Neighborhood Nature Walk
I took a two mile loop through my neighborhood to find some inspiration for the California scenes of the film I'm working on. Drawing color palettes from the flowers found in the area.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Studio No. 1 stare off
The Ultimate Staring Contest from Studio Number One on Vimeo.
I love studio no. 1 and their events.
Heart Art in Echo Park.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Joining the coping crowd
lyrics by Emily Haines
Whatever it is spit it into a bottle and sell it to me.
I'm looking to buy freedom from my sobriety,
Just like Huey Lewis.
I need a new drug
I need a new drink
I need a new drug that does what it should.
So take me to the bank,
Take me to the bar.
Can you take me to the hot spot?
This is what we worked so hard to afford but...
Take me to the bank.
Can you take me to the bar?
Can you take me to the hot spot?
This is what we worked so hard to afford but how I wanna hide
The next time you visit me here.
How about coming out to my place,
We can sit on the floor and play my brother's records.
We can sit on the grownup bed.
Couple with the coin,
Lighting up to join the coping crowd.
My big brother said to stay unsatisfied,
Never work a day to pay off pure desire.
Couple with the coin,
Lighting up to join the coping crowd
Whatever it is spit it into a bottle and sell it to me.
I'm looking to buy freedom from my sobriety,
Just like Huey Lewis.
I need a new drug
I need a new drink
I need a new drug that does what it should.
So take me to the bank,
Take me to the bar.
Can you take me to the hot spot?
This is what we worked so hard to afford but...
Take me to the bank.
Can you take me to the bar?
Can you take me to the hot spot?
This is what we worked so hard to afford but how I wanna hide
The next time you visit me here.
How about coming out to my place,
We can sit on the floor and play my brother's records.
We can sit on the grownup bed.
Couple with the coin,
Lighting up to join the coping crowd.
My big brother said to stay unsatisfied,
Never work a day to pay off pure desire.
Couple with the coin,
Lighting up to join the coping crowd
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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