Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Already Round 2 but this time all bet are on the artist, Another small piece for the upcoming show "For the Love of the Artist" in Kettle Art Gallery March 3rd, All the Painting go fast so be there early and ready to fight. Deep Ellum 2714 Elm, Dallas, TX 75226
Friday, February 17, 2012
I believe the pictures are self explanatory so for all the explanations I'm just going to quote Bob Ross, Enjoy.
|The secret to doing anything is believing that you can do it. Anything that you believe you can do strong enough, you can do. Anything. As long as you believe. -Bob Ross|
|We tell people sometimes: we're like drug dealers, come into town and get everybody absolutely addicted to painting. -Bob Ross|
|If it's not odorless, you'll find yourself working alone very, very quick. -Bob Ross|
|Talk to the tree, make friends with it. -Bob Ross|
|And just go straight in like your going to stab it. And barely touch it...barely touch it. -Bob Ross|
|When we teach people to paint this is the one they fall in love with. It works so well. -Bob Ross|
|Trees cover up a multitude of sins. -Bob Ross|
|Haha, and just beat the devil out of it. -Bob Ross|
|People might look at you a bit funny, but it's okay. Artists are allowed to be a bit different. -Bob Ross|
|Well, the little clock on the wall says we’re just about out of time. God bless you my friend. -Bob Ross|
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
This are my art essentials for all the work that I do, and all these help me create what peoples get to see in galleries, fancy restrooms, and in my studio collecting dust, It all starts with this basic items and are some of the most essential item to use.
0. Canvas (or Wood)
-1. MW3 (xbox is the devil)
- The old trusty "Pencil" (I once got a 100 on my speech class' final with a bunch of bull about the pencil, I made the whole speech on that moment and thank God that I had that pencil in my pocket.) true story.
- Oil Brushes (think of them like the "Cribs")
- Acrylic Brushes ("The Bloods", don't get them together that shit will get real messy)
- House Paint (you can buy any color, cheap, covers well, and a little goes a long way)
- Ghetto Gesso (more house paint)
- Liquid Acrylic paint (works just fine if used properly and a great cost)
- Oil Paint (Never, never and I mean never cut corners with oils always get the best it make a big difference, super fucken expensive but you use very little and is worth every penny, except brown Fuck Brown never really blend properly and is real transparent also drys way too fast.) 7 1/2. Refined Linseed Oil (if oil was Batman linseed is Alfred).
- Random cheap brushes (for when you don't want to clean any of your semi-expensive brushes)
- Big Brushes (big spaces need love too BBW Bitch!)
- A place to put your paint (Dishes, Carpet, Table, Cups, Shirt, Lamp all those are acceptable items)
- Mask/s (a very useful Item if you don't want to get high in your own supplies, I always have one for spray paint, one for chemicals spills, one for police teargas, and one for Han Solo/Lasers)
- Lightsaber (A very important item in-case you fuck up beyond return and you have to go all Jedi on it's ass Darkside style)
- MUSIC! (As crucial as brushes and paint, no wait More Crucial!, no, no just as crucial)
- Aerosol (just bomb it when shit looks crazy)
- Black Book (always sketch last to pretend you painted exactly what u sketched, makes it look like you know what ur doing)
- Look at #10
- What is that?
- Fuck it!
-1. MW3 (xbox is the devil)
Friday, February 10, 2012
I Know that everyone in Dallas has a picture, post, comment, about Shepard Fairey some are positive and some very negative, but I find it very important to make your own mind about things, so I did.
|Mural by Shepard Fairey Dallas TX|
Now, I seen his work many times before and I'm ok with it but I always seen it in magazines, book, etc, but I never seen it in real life so I couldn't really say anything about it (yeah I'm not those types, you know who you are!) so I had a lot of questions on how exactly he does what he does, for what I saw in the pictures it seen like he was always chilling and a bunch of Mexicans working in the back busting their ass (LOLZ no j/k I always say that for everything) pictures didn't really helped.
|Shepard and One of his Crew Member at Work in Dallas Mural|
As soon as I got to the site I saw Shepard on a cherry picker cutting a large size stencil, on that moment I was like lets' see this dude at work and really see what he is all about, also when he gets a break maybe talk to him a bit, after 30 min or so Shepard was still very focus and working really hard cutting and masking before making every spray making sure everything was perfect, it really seen like a lot of work and the size the size! even with a crew the murals was still a beast, I did have a new found respect for his craft and trust me I paint for many hour at a time but is inside with no people looking and no distractions, so that's easy compare to this guy and for that mad props. While watching him paint a gentleman standing next to me started a conversation with me about how awesome it is that the city of Dallas got a real artist to paint all this murals and not all this 'local graffiti artists', My look was like "this nigga didn't just say this to me!" but I stayed professional (wait, fuck that! Shepard's work is consider graffiti is a fucking Giant Stencil on a wall in the streets, also called graffiti!, see what happens when all your culture comes from the main stream media do your fucking homework!) I just smiled, anyways I waited for a while but I was running out of time and had to get back but I wanted to talk to his so bad I had to build up my courage real fast and interrupted him (honestly if anyone interrupts me while painting I will murder your ass, yeah, don't test me.) he turned around, and I have to say he is the nicest most humble person I have ever met super super cool guy, we had a small conversation and afterwards he ask me for my name and told me to wait while he pulled out some stickers YEAH! real cool, A positive attitude really is everything and goes along way mos def became a fan.
|Getting Shepard Signature|
|Stickers by Shepard Fairey|
"The Phenomenon" Shepard Feirey Dj-ed for the Dallas Contemporary, He rocked the house playing almost all Gangster Rap mash-ups with Metal Rock and about 99% of them didn't pass the year 99' (NWA, Ice Cube, Wolfmother, Metallica, etc. Westside! ) he was jamming really hard, as far as his technique I was very surprise he did a great job I hear maybe two train-wrecks and one fader slip-up I seen that happens to the best Djs so no biggie. Over all the Obey experience showed me to be humble and do it because you love it.
|Shepard in the Mix|
|Shepard in the Mix|
|After the Set|
Monday, February 6, 2012
'For the love of Kettle' A benefit show that helps Kettle to stay on the heart of the Dallas' art community in Deep Ellum. Kettle provided the artists with 9x12 board and set them free like wild animal in the Dallas Zoo (Yeah u remember and now you have a mental image), For this year since I have so much to get done and have so many upcoming shows I decided to keep it cool simple and the outcome was this little guy the Blogs Mascot (Pinche Mexican Hipster Miguel Mouse) LOLZ . This Item will be available on February 11, 2012 "For the Love of Kettle" in Kettle Art Gallery in Deep Ellum 2714 Elm, Dallas, TX 75226
|"Mexican Miguel" Acrylic on a 9x12 Board Benefit show for Kettle Art|
Friday, February 3, 2012
|"Absent soul (lost love)" 47x47 Oil/ Acrylic on Canvas|
Now I never really knew her past and to be honest I never saw the gangster side of her, the Jhoanna that I met was a cute, sweet, full of happiness, overall amazing person and she change my life forever. It all started when I was 12 maybe 13 on a perfect Friday night in April, Me and my friends (Felix d kat, Joe camel, Puerca, la rata, and Benji) headed to a middle school party yeah we lived in the ghetto and the middle school had blow-outs Djs and everything, anyways once we got to the party the group would split like Team 6 to our main objective which was to get digits and some ass, what do you expect from a bunch of teenagers! as the night was coming to a close I found my self hooking up with a girl who's breast were bigger than my head and on my side Puerca dancing with what would be my wife but that's another story for another time. Once the party was over we started to walk home but we had added an additional person!?, next to Benji I saw this 4' 11'' really adorable girl that look like she couldn't hurt a fly but man was I wrong. On that moment I began to wonder who was this girl? and how did she know Benji? it was all answered right away when she spotted me, as soon as she saw me she rushed to me held my arm and told me "you're so cute I'm going to take you behind the bushes and rape you!" I'm sure I turned every shade of red I became speech less and Benji just starter laughing "dude I see you met my sister Jhoanna" :O "ur sister? wait what!? word." we finally started to talk and It turns out that Jhoanna was 18 extremely outspoken and loved to dance it was her passion and dream of become a professional dancer like a ballerina (not like a stripper u know what I mean), That was a great walk home and we really got to know Jhoanna the Jhoanna that people never saw and we all became great friends...........
Two weeks later while chilling outside the apartments -like always- Benji stopped by and told us that his sister had become ill and was in the hospital but it was nothing "serious" so we all agreed to go see her, I headed home first to grabbed some money my tape player and left to the hospital, Once in the hospital we finally found her room after getting lost in the mace they call Parkland we stepped into her room and her smile was priceless as she lay in the hospital bed looking a bit weak, I still didn't know what was wrong and she didn't want to talk about it so decided to leave it alone, we stayed way pass the visiting hours they finally kicked us out for misconduct fuck those guys!. Before leaving the room I left her my tape player so she could feel a bit better, music always made me feel better and I knew a little something about her "loves to dance/rave" so I knew she would love the "two bad mice" mixtape (what u know about that). The next day she called and thanked me for leaving the tape player and just like expected loved the mixtape and thanks to that gesture on that day the relationship change forever but I had no clue what I started, she finally was release days later feeling much much better.
2:30 am, a really load knock on my room's window follow by a voice "Cutie lets go for a ride I'm hungry" now I had to go, come on who wouldn't go I knew trouble was to follow but I didn't care, Plus Nike was hitting the slogan "just do it" real hard so I did and I didn't want to look like a puck ass bitch, So I sneaked out of the house thru the window and got in the car with Jhoanna but I notice that Jhoanna was really drunk and maybe high on something crazy I immediately started to rethink the nike slogan, as we started going on the streets she mentions a taco place is just down the street but she gets on the freeway at this moment I was a little worried, immediately Jhoanna decided that she needed to change clothes going on a freeway doing 90 mph, she started to change her clothes starting with her pans manages to do so god knows how then -Jho"can you hold the wheel imma change my shirt but you have to look away cuz I don't have a bra, ok" I was sure that was my last day on earth, I was ether going to be distracted by her breast and crash or hit something by looking on the opposite direction from the road, luckily no cars were on the road and the swerving wasn't that bad and I manage to keep my eyes on the road, look away and take a peek all at the same time, now that's motha-fucken survival skills!. at that moment Her gas light came up so were forced to stop at a gas station to pump gas, at the gas station Jhoanna stepped out and asked me to sit on the driver side for just a second while she pumped gas, I didn't see anything wrong with that, music was playing and everything was cool but after a min my mind started wondering and I realized that the car was still on -me"wait a min that's bad thing I'm really sure of it?..ummm... oh shit u don't think... nah she wouldn't.. or would she!?...nah.." she jumps in the car and screams "DRIVE!,DRIVE!,DDDRRRIIVVEE!!" I stepped on the gas pedal and took off but I didn't really know how to drive I mean I done it maybe once or twice, Jho-"what do you mean you don't know how to drive, are trying to kill me! we need to switch right now but whatever you do don't stop!" it took some skill but the switch worked out and we made it to her house safe even though she suppose to take me home and we never got food!. I decided to just spend the night there like I had a choice so I helped her get into bed and she asked me "lay with me, just for a second stay with me until I fall asleep, please! nothing will happen I promise." I agree and while we lay in bed looking at the ceiling I asked her -me"what's wrong with you?" -Jho-"what do you mean?" -me"no thing bad, I mean the hospital? wuz up with that" -Jho" oh that, apparently I have a bad arteries or something, that day I had a bypass and the doctors say that I have very high cholesterol and one of my arteries' blood flow slowed long enough to cause a problems, but is nothing" -me"High cholesterol but you wear a size zero how is that possible" -Jho"................." She was deep asleep. I moved to the couch out of respect and went to sleep. Three hours later I open my eyes and I saw her standing right in front of me staring and telling me -Jho"man ur so lazy get up"she had just taken a shower and all she was wearing was a towel, She was like nothing had happen walked away and just dropped the towel got ready and left to worked. I had the walk home with the walk of shame but without the reward made it home got ready and left to school it was Tuesday.
THE REASON WHY I NO LONGER BELIEVE IN BREAKFAST
I just want to thank you for taking your time to read this now you know me a little bit more about me and why I create.
|"Absent soul (lost love)" 47x47 Oil/ Acrylic on Canvas -Part of the Collection of George Fowler|