The (almost) Daily

  • It’s all in the wrist

    I was terrified of leaving Los Angeles last week. Was I going to be able to create out of the comfort zone that I’ve made? My morning coffee, the ...
  • Going to purple, failure as a new beginning

      I call it ‘going to purple.’ That moment of frustration when I look at a canvas, hate everything I see, and fuck it all up. Sometimes I use a b...
  • Transitions and failure

    It was bound to happen, as it happended in the past. A night where everything seems to come to a screaming halt and I smash my face into a crea...
  • The art and fun of wasting paint

    There’s a point to wasting paint. There’s also a lot of fun in wasting paint. Lots. As strapped as I am for money at this point in my art life I r...
  • The rubber band snaps

    You ever stretch a rubber band too far and suddenly it snaps? That surprise at the ends as they painfully flick the skin dispersing all their ener...
  • I love to fail

    I love to fail   Well, not really. I don’t think anyone loves to fail. It sucks. That sinking feeling as you watch something you’re doing begin to...
  • Fear is the mind killer

    Most days it feels like I’m screaming straight into hurricane winds and everyone is facing the other direction. Lost in the gale I wonder WTF I’m...
  • Making and breaking the rules

    It’s been about a week since I last posted and I don’t feel at all guilty about it. Sixteen posts ago I said I was going to do a design a day as a...
  • The purpose of practice

    The classic joke of a young man asking an older gentleman for directions goes, ‘How do you get to Carangie hall?’ PAUSE FOR AFFECT‘Practice, pra...
  • Coffee shops, conversation, and putting yourself out there.

      Damn, I thought coming back to Los Angeles would mean sunny skies and warm weather. After almost two weeks chilling (and I mean literally) in W...