Saturday, November 07, 2009

Surfing close to home is better than anything!

When I pulled up to *@#$%@* Beach, all I saw from the parking lot was a massive log being thrown up onto the pavement along with a barrage of big beach rocks and foamy water, the six foot cement blockade being moved around like a lego, and a solid overhead wall of wave lining up across the entire beach, with an even bigger set behind that. I was scared to go out, actually. It looked a little hairy. There were lots of surfers in the parking lot weighing their chances and slowly suiting up. By the time I got out of my car, there was another big set and I saw two people getting barreled at the same time, one on the first wave, one on the second. I stripped down to my skin in the parking lot in mere seconds, hiding behind a towel wet from the surf from the night before where I scored waist high play-waves. Before you could count to seventeen, I was suited up in my wetsuit and running down to the shore.

My first wave was head high and very powerful. I was cut off by a sweeper, (stand up paddle boarder) and watched as he stole onto the shoulder and I got effing thrown into the shallow explosion of whitewater. It was one of the first times I got seriously rolled at &%#%^$# Beach. My leash wrapped around my arm and neck and I felt the board being sucked toward the shallows. I paddled back out much more sober and attentive.

The next wave was much better, though again, I was snaked by the sweeper. This time I made to run his ass over, and he got out of the way with a smile. It was a long steep shoulder ending in a backflip off the closeout section of the wave, right before it churned into a heavy shore-pound that tossed two ton logs around with ease. Soooooo fun!

Right before I got in the water, I had called Mariah on the celly and told her to please, come check it out and if she could manage, shoot a few pics. The boys were only just having breakfast so it took her almost an hour. By then the tide was so high there were no more bombs, only fun smallish waves. Still. This is five minutes from mi casa which is so so mui bueno! Normally I have to drive an hour and a half to get good waves.

These are some shots she got that don't depict the amazing power that had been bashing the beach when I first arrived, but are fun anyway. By the time she started taking pics, the swell had been sabotaged by the tides, yet again. One of the consequences of living almost a hundred miles from the ocean. Ah, but that is what makes scoring bomb ass waves SO much better. The rarity of it.
I think I'll set the alarm for 5 tomorrow and hit it one more time before the swell disperses. See you out there?

This was my last ride in, below, and it was tiny but so fun. There is nothing as sweet as riding all the way to the sand on your last wave, regardless of how small it is.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

more music art

This last Saturday, set to a bunch of great of Bach and Vivaldi tunes, we did the second half of the Paint Jam workshop. This is what I came up with during the session. Again, no preconceived ideas about what we were going to do. Just blank slate and music on and away we go.

Here is my "Drunk Monk." A fun and fairly quick painting on a really big wood panel in acrylic. I think I will tinker with it a little more someday soon and show it with the other big music-inspired pieces. That means I will be out searching for inexpensive funky, big wood panels again soon too. If you know a source, let me know.

I see that the last three things I have painted have been saturated with oranges and yellows and reds. I guess I am an easily influenced guy. (Thanks, leaves, for the inspiration.)

Saturday, October 17, 2009

music and art

Workshop went well today. I came to the class and told the students that I brought all my paint and brushes and blank surfaces, but purposefully left my intent completely blank. I had absolutely no idea of what I was gonna come up with. My goal was to have us be led by the music. All I know is that I turned it up, tuned in and melted far far away into a couple of paintings. The first was a short session, 30 minutes to the soundtrack of SAD, with artists like Damien Jurado, Zeppelin, The Smiths, Bowie, The Shins, Hendrix, etc.
I will probably work on this some more, so I am not gonna title it or anything. Just a study.

Next is a session lasting about an hour and fifteen minutes set to a very transcendent soundtrack of artists like People for Audio, Nujabes, Zero 7, Fuck Buttons, Mono, M83, Cinematic Orchestra, BMSR, etc... Good stuff for telling stories with pictures. I really like this piece. It is very similar to another I did on a huge piece of panel, so I think there may be a show of images like this one that I need to do. I am starting to hear the siren...

"All That's Left Now is Her Shadow"
acrylic on wood panel
~30" x 48"

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


Jarrett K is the man! He set up a celebratory blog for Tomie dePaola's 75th Birthday, inviting illustrators to share work for our patron saint of paint.

Below is the link as well as the piece I created for Tomie, who has been a family icon from the time I was crawling.


Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Reggae Posters

One of these days I will post a gallery of  ALL the reggae posters I have done through the years. Most are for my bredren, Fari. See his logo below that I designed years ago. You can view many of my old posters on his site:
But for now, here are a handfull....   some were for shows, some were finished but the artists cancelled and some are for future shows and may evolve before that time. Anyway, check dem.


Wednesday, June 03, 2009

NBC meet Chess Rumble

I will post a Youtube vid once it airs and they give us a DVD of it.
That is three for three.
My art has been featured on: the Today show, Good Morning America and Oprah!
Not bad for a high school drop out, eh?

Some School Visits

Hue Man Bookstore, Harlem, NY
These are the pics I mentioned in a previous post. The great schools who came:

In the shot above, I am playing kids while we waited for the second school to show up.

A parting shot with the principal of a school in South Bronx, and with our man, Abe Barretto!

Monday, June 01, 2009

Reggae in NYC

ORIGINAL POST: (3:30 a.m.)
Went out to a spot tonight. Gotta get up early but I figured that since I missed church, I needed to hit da club. Got to Sin Sin in the East Village and eventually the DJ started playing some good stuff. Going solo, I gotta keep my brain in the right spot so I just danced by myself to the roots and dancehall till 3 am and then figured church was over and headed home.

Having missed seeing Gregory because he was "slightly injured" (according to the BB King's website), I had to get in some reggae or I was gonna go postal style.

I will say I noticed some things. One. The girls are more respected at reggae clubs here than back home. Maybe it is just this spot, and Lord knows I have seen some women act like the last thing they ever want is respect at some clubs in NY before. But this spot was cool. If somebody did come hang on a girl and she said go away, dude left like that. Not used to seeing that. I mean, I am NOT used to seeing that kind of respect. Not in Seattle or LA anyway. When I used to go to the club with wifey, I had to power block. No fun. We just want to dance and at this spot everybody was nicing up the vibes.

AMENDMENT: (7 a.m.) Hitting the club till 3 a.m. is fine. Unless you gotta get up so soon that your body will quake. Uh oh.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Greg and Jesse in NY

Look out. 

The Chess Rumble crew is coming once again to the city to stir things up. If you are going to be in NY the last week of May and want to check us out, check back for a schedule. We will be doing at least one signing at Hue Man bookstore in Harlem, so come say hey in person.


Friday, April 03, 2009

Blissful Surf, NOwhere near Washington State

Beautiful day. Beautiful family. Beautiful life. 
Thank you God.