Echoes. Dreams. Elaborations.

Big Sur, Dinosaur Hatching, Plotting to Take Over the World

There has been a real breaking apart so that it can fall back together thing going on in the universe since it started. I think. That's what it feels like, at least.

There is a dirty desperate self destructive and paradoxically claustrophobic zen to taking pictures while driving on the freeway. It's kinda fun.

These flower are nice (my aunt grew it in her yard in Martinez) and I took this picture with my new camera that I bought with my tax return. It's a nice camera. Also, I love gentle spring rains because, really, who doesn't love gentle spring rains? Jesus, can't I count on you people? I'm available for weddings and bar miztvahs.

I love global economic meltdowns. Fuels artistic angst and provides lots of time to channel said angst. God I'm so angst filled. Take a look at a bunch of digital representations of objects that have marks on them that I made that could be construed as being "new" pieces of artwork here. Sometimes I pray for death. Of Kim Jung Il. Not really. Anyway. The picture above is called "Sex in Space-Just What We Need". I made it one night while watching a Discovery Chanel show about astronauts and apparently astronauts need nookie too so the guys at NASA figured out a double body suit deal that lets an amorous couple overcome the difficulties posed by zero gravity and, um, take care of business, so to speak. To the tune of a couple hundred million bucks. And I thought, Great, good for them. And I drew-painted this picture.

this is a mix i made. you can download it here .