a rough week

This last week my step dad had heart surgery after his second heart attack. Scary nerve wracking stuff! I've been in and out of the hospital a bunch and hanging around helping take care of him until he recovers. The past  few nights I have been painting this piece in the garage. It's been very therapeutic.

Benson

Me and Benson have been up to no good.

OH YEAH!

Just watched this again. It's been well over 10 years seen the last time. Such a fantastic way to spend a Sunday night. 2 thumbs way up!

Best friends

I think sometimes I take my best friends for granted. I couldn't put a price on the time and laughs we've shared together. This photo was taken at the end of a great day. Passed out with a bloody nose and empty coke baggy in the mouth might very well be my new favorite 2011 look.

Carson Mel is most excellent

The first Carson Mel video I watched  was "Chonto". I've since been watching them all and laughing hysterically. 

Footsteps in the forest

When I was in elementary school there was a serial killer in our town named Wesley Allan Dodd. He only killed kids. I was freaked out after hearing a number of stories and news reports on him. One day a massive painted portrait of him appeared on this old bridge that collapsed into a lake, a spot where he dumped a few kids bodies. I wish that I had a photo of how eerie this location with the crumbled bridge and painting actually was. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. Well about five years later someone nailed another huge painting at the end of the bridge that had an aliens head and said "they are among us". That phrase has always stuck with me. The bridge with the signs is completely collapsed now and under water. There were alot of tales about aliens around the lake and in the surrounding woods. I'm planning on doing about a dozen alien creatures spread out in the forest. Oh and when I was younger I saw a UFO over the same lake. True story.

Dino Daze

Last time I painted my hidden spot I stashed the paint in some bushes so I wouldn't have to hall it back in the kayak. Sure enough some vagrant found it and drew dicks and other crappy tags all over my piece. Argh!! So lame! I left a few creepy messages in case they come back.

I miss old MTV!

Classic MTV was so tight! What happened?

RUSSEL FORTRESS

the lodge

straight out of dick tracey

senor ugly

yeeehaaaw!

my solo baggins corner

Deep in the woods of Salmon Creek lays an old log cabin where mine and Jeremy Uglys band 'RUSSEL' has been compiling songs and rocking out on the regular. Behind the cabin is a pool, a huge dirt race track for cars or whatever, and some apple & pear orchards. Not to mention weird shacks in the woods accessible via golf kart. Needless to say some wild shit goes down here. The spot has become a fortress for Russels madness and a place to getaway and create free of disturbance. Here's a few pictures of the layer.

Union Jacks

Union Jacks is a great srip club with some sweet gals. I like to hangout in front of strip clubs and party with the girls. No security monitoring everything or loud ass shitty music bumping full blast. When I moved back down to the Portland area I started hanging out with alot of strippers. They all know I'm not a baller either and ain't paying for lap dances. I think they're just stoked to not have a skeezy dude trying to get in their panties for once. Although by this picture I'm displaying some kind of street muff dive so it's not the greatest example haha...

Hippy bus da dee dood doo da doo dee

I've been trying to paint a large piece in my home town since I moved back from Seattle. I was up there for almost 10 years and will be gone again soon, and would like to leave something cool behind this time. Everyone here is shit heads though. I've offered up so many free huge murals to jerks that it frustrates the poop out of me. So now I've been forced to paint this secret spot which soon will be a massive wall of retarded coolness. And no one will get to see it accept the lone fishermen and road dogs that roam the tracks. Good! F#ck you Vancouver :)   

But... remember to be goofy! laugh! have fun! make beautiful stuff! be nice to your family! take care of your friends! enjoy the good and bad! and live live live! Even if you hate your home town. You can always move the fuck  somewhere else.

The Big Apple!

New York has the ability to turn a hobo into a no-bo. These pictures are older but I'm digging them out of the archives. I think they're from my first trip there with Chimo "2H"  when I was pretty much broke, like $170 bucks for 2 weeks. It made me experience the city in a different light. I got a tad grimier with stealing ( I never steal either), painting,drinking, and hanging out on the streets meeting people and getting into crazy shit. A lot of bottom shelf pints. Luckily my lady Megan took care of me when she wasn't working. And Chimo Joe bought us pizza here and there. I can't wait to visit again soon.

Putting the awe in awesome

When your best friends pass out after eating all the psychedelics there's little you can do besides cover their face in your girlfriends makeup and pour beer in their ears while snapping photos with a lamp shade on your head. Just be ready to pay for hotel pillow cases in the morning.

Tommy James in my head

After a wild 6 days in Seattle recently I found myself on a train still high on love, drugs, and life with this song playing in my head on repeat. There's something phenomenal about girls. And I couldn't live without them for a week. Particularly the bizarre beautiful ones that make you feel like someone poured a pitcher of sea monkeys in your pants. Thank you Tommy James for the tender 60s sentiment.

PHONE HOME!

E.T. is my boy! I really like this dude. He gives me some hope for a better tomorrow. When I was younger I thought all that shit was totally real. I didn't understand special effects and my brother didn't tell me otherwise. I really tripped out on that in the early 80s when I was a wee kid. I got all types of E.Teezy collectibles up in my spot.
The photos above are of : my Mad Magazine E.T. issue, my tattoo of E.T. on a Bigwheel by EGO, some awesome doll that use to say funny crap like "eeeeeehhhhhw eeeelioot", and a piece I made with the extra terrestrial and some other good stuff on it. I just can't get enough of that little mutha fucka! God Bless him!

Razzle Dazzle

This is my painting for the "Sidekicks and Henchmen" show at Flatcolor Gallery in Seattle. Beavis in Robins gear riding Pokey, Krang, Slimer, Cali Raisin! I need not say anymore haha... It was a super rad show with all the homies. Their openings are always a blast and give me an excuse to get out of Portland and rage with the crew up north.

PONY GRAVES RETURNS!

It's been a while since I used the name Pony Graves. This is the official resurrection. There's just a ring to it I like. Look forward to seeing him in the future, and whatever mess is attached. This is one of the first actual illustrations I did for the Pony Graver. Very fitting.

I found Osamas homeless brother "Pickles the Troll"

There once was a time when goonies like this could run free in the city. Wearing multiple pairs of pants and screaming in the middle of the street, back before the cops knew what a four loko can looked like. Those times are changing my friends. We need to seize the moment! Find the next vagabond troll and befriend him. His experience with drugs and alcohol is of Robert Downey Jr  proportions. And he will most likely freak out at some point in the night and get everyone into some kind of crazy bum trouble.

Ace Cooper

I drew out this Alice Cooper design for Jeremy Ugly. Tried to jazz it up with some bats and what not. Basically made it proper enough that Alice himself would approve. But while giving ugly the tat he decides to start making a few changes. No bats, different lines on the face, shading adjustments, add a Dracula collar, throw some red in the eyes and other spots. Haha.... I dont mind doing that stuff, but now Cooper looks a little Bram Stoker Ace Freely-ish. Jeremy calls it his hybrid of Rock n Roll tribute piece, almost as if he planned its deliverance. Hell yeah!

Drawing under a bridge

Made a nice little voyage to this remote location and gave the walls some life. Had to kayak past a turd factory in the middle of nowhere. The place had more security than a Aerosmith concert. But we kept strolling a few miles until we found this inviting bridge. Only found one pair of dirty hobo underwear, they may have floated down stream from the ol turd factory.

SPRING BREAK!

So summer is around the corner and what better way to celebrate than getting a janky butt tattoo while you're blacked out. I must admit that we make it look quite fun though. I think this was day 3 of a fucked up bender, gaging high on the bad decision meter. Whats funny is that Daner thought I tattooed a dick on his ass and attacked everyone in the room after this photo was taken. But I didnt, I wrote "dont feed the bears" his request ( equally as gay as a dick haha ).

Beatle Cats on LSD

This is a piece I did that was heavily influenced by 1960s riff raff. Painted for my ex girlfriends Christmas present. I went back after it was finished for a month or so and added some weirdness to it. Psychedelic Submarine dude! Now that you know what kind of thoughtful gifts I give, dont you want to be my ex girlfriend? I bet you do!  Duh