i met a genius

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.


it was the first time I'd
realized
that.




Charles Bukowski: Burning In Water Drowning In Flame

gold

the ever-lovely, erin wasson.

mine is forever

love for c love forever

every face in this town reminds me of falling down

photos by sam hessamian

hussar

 

california-based artist michael hussar. my personal favorite is the bloodied-up nun.

my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal

is it too late to ask for this as a birthday present? or too late to use the "birthday present for myself" excuse?

in other birthday-related news, happy birthday to jenny lang today! heading to the cantina in a bit for a few pitchers of margaritas. renee and lindsey's birthdays were this past week as well. my life is always dependent on compassionate virgos and reliable cancers. i'm too much of a stubborn lion for all the other signs.

you're the boy with the filthy laugh

every now and then i get addicted or re-addicted to a really great song. ideas and colors and specific people blend together in my mind. i want to capture all of the shapes and ideas and sounds and put it to paper or canvas, specifically for that person. so i'm finally getting started on making a series of paintings and sketches and collages completely inspired by some of my favorite songs. i plan on gifting them to friends through the year when i feel it is time to communicate some strange feeling with them.

first up is "the boy with the arab strap" by belle and sebastian. this one will be a painting. i'm going to use whiskey and coffee and gold paint as the base. color my life with the chaos of trouble!