Test Print

Far from being a finished product, I still need to adjust my layout and make a few minor tweaks. But for being my first screen print on paper, I think they came out well.

The Photo quality is poor to say the lest, due to my lack of proper lighting and equipment. I ensure you that the print is a lot more crisp than what is portrayed in the following picture

* Text Reads "Do not judge freewill"

From here on Out

So I have decided to Incorporate my art into this non physical space that holds the existence of many peoples lives (including my own). Along with Images of what I am creating, I will explain the process and the meaning each piece possesses.

The piece that I am going to start with is of a dear with 3 arrows buried in its back jumping over a crocodile. This first started off as a rough pencil sketch. Once I cleaned up the lines, I finished it off with a fine point marker. I love the concept behind this piece, but when i look at it all i see are the flaws in my lines. The dear with three arrows in the back represents trust. Each for what i believe is the number of times something should be attempted before you move on (in regards to trust that is) . The dear is jumping because obviously, you would want to escape from what brings harm. I drew this at a time in my life where this stands true. The deer alone shows suffering, but was not enough to portray the certain event. I need something else to establish that there was no going back, so i added the crocodile. Odd I know.( it was an easy pick because the croc is a fierce killing machine) At the time it was to represent a sure death but as time goes on I see it as a struggle for survival.




I am currently working on A photo-emulsion screen print of this concept. (meaning shirts and posters are in the works) More images are soon to come

this mind can see the world
but feels disconnected.
the pencil marks the paper
but i soon find myself
erasing the trails

the clock reads 2:30am
unable to sleep
because sleep haunts me
my stomach tosses and turns
i crawl from this bed
and to the streets
not far from where i once laid
i soon hear a familiar
melody protruding from
a shitty boom box
located only in my mind
the heart sank.
at that moment
i decided to go
a few minutes longer the sound.
is left me here to think
that there has to
be some symbolic meaning to
this because i cant believe in fate.
is this a sign

3/3/10

Dearest Guitar,
I would like to sympathize for the abuse you are about to endure for the lack of substance in my life brings me to act in such a manner. Without the rumble of your stings i surely would confide among the broken cold and dead. Help me with a cure that will allow me to breath and see the world as a new.

I am not sure why i turned my head to look behind,
but i am glad to say i did. i was stuck between two
racing cars with no time to react

A part of me is missing.....
Hello Are you there?

a fucked up dream durring the night of 3..3.09

i found myself sitting on a couch in a dim lit room surrounded by a group of people that i don't know, there is only familiar face in the crowd. we are all drinking, smoking and having a good time. we run out of supplies, so i offer to make a beer run. in the cover of night i get on my bike and start riding. i soon find myself with out a clue of where i am going. lost and confused i stop at a store to find out where i am. while standing a long line i run into a long lost friend. after a brief chat, we make our way to his house where once again we are in a dim lit room. he makes a few phone calls..Frantically dashing for the door we quickly make our way to a house in the dilapidated section of town. A short while passes, we make our way back to his place to cut a hole in his hardwood floor where he will place a sacred item. i leave his house, it is mid afternoon and i am now in center city Philadelphia, it starts to thunder and lighting off in the distance. there is a large crowd standing in the streets and they are all looking up. i look to see a man holding some sort of stick on top of a skyscraper and off to the right is a women doing the same thing on a different building. lightning strikes the man turning him into a thick dark smoke that starts to engulf the city. the entire crowd starts running in fear. i run 20 blocks home to escape the smoke, i start duck taping all the cracks around the windows and doors. i finish the front door just as my roommate gets home, i look outside to see everyone had placed all of their worldly possessions on the streets. i run to the vacant streets and start collecting all different types of bikes and parts. within minuets my living room is full. i go out for one last trip. i grab one more bike and a bag full of food. as i make my way back to my house the rain starts and the smoke moves in. i start to choke ................................. I AWAKE

you can change the past but not the future

I Swallowed my gut because I Thought my heart knew best.