A Shithole City: Pueblo Colorado is referred to as many things, Home Town, Home of Heroes, Steel City, Pue Town, The Blo, and currently “The Lo”. The Lo-Down, Down-Lo, home of heroin, Steal City. Where we gangbang for little-league, play chicken in these streets, dark figures appear in allies repeatedly, and the dragon chasers create waves for us all to ride.
Sad Sad City, The state mental case, Pueblo: A love story, tragically.
A city with depressive tendencies.
Symptoms include: recklessness, passively actively suicidal, manic, anxious, drug addictions likely.
A DANGER TO US ALL!!!!!!!
It took nearly two years for the project to come to fruition, but it finally happened; I painted a mural with a group of inmates from Florence Prison Camp outside of the prison walls in the town of Canon City. As a group project, we painted a 45-foot long mural inside of the Prison Museum. Working on this project was the incredibly fulfilling and also an educational experience like none I have had. Spending a total of six days with the guys, we accomplished an impressive mural to the benefit of the public.
Guns, drugs, anti-authoritarian dragons give chase, destruction, death, and peace. Spray paintings, clouds of smoke, the rumble of the bass, the broken window trespassing, dark figures in the alley. These are elements of events that occurred this week, in an alley and on a wall, with my main man Vogey.
Pull the blade, reveal the shank, grasp the shiv, unsheathe the knife, prepare for penetration; behind, behind, further behind, all the way back, the furthest way around. Sting, burn, drip, drip, drip goes the blood. The tip enters, thoughts occur, feelings follow. The pain, the deepest feelings. The out of sight slicing, cutting, slashing, sticking, shanking, the stabbing in the back.
The Construction of a cardboard village had my mind running, my imagination turning. First, the excitement of making new things and then the sadness of the state of our community would come to mind. From seeing all the trash that we discard daily, to confronting issues of use and re-use, and each of our “places” in society. Building cardboard houses most notably lead me to think about homelessness.
Cardboard dwelling of the darkest figures in a part of town that you might not want to wander through by happenstance. The dark alley’s, the graffiti, the buff squad, the war on free speech vs. […]
Stealing the magic of our days this little thief appears out of thin air. Taking our days and our nights and making our time worth less than the breaths we forget each day. Depression, anxiety, stress, all these names, perhaps one monster, perhaps many. All the forms of darkness take one form and take the forms of many.
Up in the sky, through days and across the night, these winged creatures dominate the skies. All shapes and sizes, interacting with the wind in such a fashion as to experience a freedom that few humans can or could ever understand.
Look… Look Closer…
The Villagers are there along with rising and setting of the sun and the moon in a cycle of light and dark.
When the worlds get reversed and the daydream walkers sleep and the night walkers begin to rise. The underworld becomes the outer-world as the dream world washes over. DMT trips silence the sight, and the Devils run free.
This city has characters that live in the shadows
While you were sleeping the nightmares showed up.
When our eyes were closed the monsters moved in.
Our village is consumed with terror.
We are the villagers, and we must wake up.
We must arise.
It’s in the places that we don’t look, at the times when we can’t see that the darkness has set in. We pretend it’s fake like it’s invisible like it’s not real. We wait for a source of light to manifest and remove these evils, but it never comes. Not in years of waiting
Pueblo Colorado is our Village. “The Village Walls” is a public art project in which numerous murals will be painted throughout the city. The goal of the project is to address many of our cities […]
Deep in our guts live terrible ghosts that disrupt our very beings in each and every moment. The ghosts, these invisible sources of power that influence our every behavior. These beings come as gifts from loved […]
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Loops are like my mind running around in circles!
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THE WORLD IS FUCKED,
Am I contributing to the problems or helping to solve them?
How do we untuck the world? I don’t really know.
I do know
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Well, THERE WERE NO FUCKS GIVEN,
Or what better way could we say this?
It’s almost a delicate way of saying an impolite thing.
Do you often find yourself not saying the things you need to say?
Do you ever hold your tongue?
Do you speak differently around different people?
Have you ever burst out with a naughty word and an incredibly awkward moment?
“The Fancy Book of Curse Words” is a celebration of these awkward moments. Inside
http://www.chieftain.com/news/pueblo/pueblo-police-on-the-lookout-for-mop-taggers/article_732cd07a-9b68-571f-8ad8-c01945a05720.html My town has graffiti; I love graffiti, I love to see graffiti. As a youth it was graffiti that gave me my outlet, it gave me my voice, my freedom. Graffiti gave me my closest friends and my greatest lessons. Graffiti has defined me since my youth, and I am proud to call myself a graffiti artist.
I had the absolute pleasure to be able to paint with two of my greatest friends I’ve known. Vogey and Grips, are among my favorite artists and crewmates. The painting is located in a part of town known for is lively characters, vibrant nightlife, exotic culture, and gourmet cuisine. The part of the city is Bessemer, Pueblo. My town, Creaturesville, the hood we claim, and the community that supported our rise.
The Cruisin Pueblo Street Art Ride on Thursday was incredible. We had nearly 60 riders come along for the experience. It was such a great pleasure leading a group to view murals and some of my favorite parts of the city. Giving the tour on bicycles was the perfect way for experiencing the murals. Bicycle exploration of the city is such a large part of my creative process. From my bicycle, I find inspirations and new locations for paintings.
Lake Havasu, Arizona, is the location of a project that I completed in late November of 2016. The mural is painted at the vacation residence of my cousin Dawn. Dawn was a very kind relative that housed me during my transition to California from Colorado in the early 2000s. It was always the deal that I would paint a large painting in exchange for the housing. And 13 years later I finally was able to deliver my end of the deal.
In 2015 a call for artists was issued for an artist to paint the south facing wall of the Sangre De Cristo Arts and Conference Center and Buell Children’s Museum. In October 2015 I was awarded the commission, and in late October 2016 the Mural began its construction and was completed in the early part of November. Titled the “Wall Of Wonder,” the painting was completed over the course of 16 days. The original concept of the work formed a year earlier when I met with museum director Jim Richardson. After the call for artist went out and I received selection as the artist, then Jim and I went back and forth on the design until we arrived at this final version.
Being my first blog post, I thought that I should dedicate it to describing a bit about myself to begin getting used to the process of blogging. This blog will be utilized as a […]