Friday, 13 January 2017

Still here

I'm still here fam.  This was last weekends highlight out in Sidney.  The bowling lane from back in time.. super cool staff playing the disco channel on stingray radio.  My gloves were glowing and my game was alright.  We all walked the cold streets after looking for a place to eat that we could all agree on.. ended up at Smitty's who was also playing disco on a less quality frequency but still disco.  Olive and I drank all the creamers as is tradition now.  It was also like a roadside clip out of time and brought me back to hockey tournaments in childhood or freight train times in Kamloops.  The sun set all golden in the window for a minute then we left for Jaime N and Fs for curry and playtime.  Jaime got me an adventure time mug and I forgot it.  We mostly talked about Jordan Peterson, Karen Staughan, Christy0misty, Christina Sommers, CassieJaye, and one mutual friend that I offended by my posting of criticism of third wave feminism or "female chauvinism".  I will leave it at that.. I'm only educating myself on the subject so that I can intelligently and rationally defend myself if I get caught in any SJW traps.  Im not afraid of offending but Im not seeking it out either.  That being said.. I have been falling down the Joe Rogan Experience wormhole.  3 hour podcasts with interesting guests and stories has been great for painting in the studio.  The hockey samurais are coming along nicely.  I'm working on those today while dreading the noon yoga commitment.  Treating myself to a new zealand pie this morning at saltchuck.  Peace.. we still out here.

Sunday, 25 December 2016


If I knew then what I know now.  Several hours given to cleaning up my facebook timeline.. Obviously I need to keep the lines of communication open and you need an account for other apps to work so Ive given over to just keeping the page clean.  Ive made it down to 2007 posts.. absorbing all the phases Ive gone through and noting the changes in my personality and sense of humour.. It's giving me an overall feeling of understanding myself more and my position.  It paints a larger picture that I can see clearly.. I don't feel as lost.  I recommend you go through your timeline some time.  All by myself for xmas and it doesn't phase me at all.  Have I grown or just become de sensitized.  Both I guess.  This photo is a costume I designed one year.. "the skull merchant".  It is appropriate in this entry because it represents the fearless journey through my past skeletons.. and the willingness to free them.  Merry Christmas. Live again.

Saturday, 24 December 2016


Total number of portraits done this holiday... 7.  Not including the fact that ones like this contained 5 people.  The house still has not been cleaned.. except for the bathroom which couldn't wait.. it was too demoralizing.  I squeezed it in between dismantling the kitchen counter for the countertop guy who came and installed the new sink and counter yesterday.  His name was GREG.  He started the day with banging his head several times under the sink.. swearing and sighing a lot.  I told Olive he was performing like her making a fuss about carrying her backpack to school.  She asked what I meant by performing.. I said it meant when people make a big show of their displeasure but fail to change their unavoidable situation of having to get through a task.  Greg cheered up later when I put the classic rock station on which is code when you are doing anything trade related.  I worked on my final portrait and the day was good.  Since updating the blog last for my loyal 6 viewers.. I have done nothing but draw.. go to yoga a few times and messaged random girls on IG looking for a movie date.  I went to starwars by myself and chose seat 17 because it added up to 8 and was in the centre of the theatre.  My fortune cookie from a chinese meal earlier that week said my lucky number was 8.  Turns out my seat didn't exist.. there was an 18 and a 16 but 17 was basically the aisle so the manager set me up in the handicapped area pus I got 2 free tickets.  I took a stranger from IG the next night to "Passengers".. it was good.

Friday, 16 December 2016


Skuzzabot returns.  It can survive any of my life bullshit.  So lets roll with it..
The cd suitcase is empty and the gold has been sifted out.  Here is a cool VIDEO of the graffiti community partying at the 5050 gallery show after the Quake of the Cans jam.  Some lovely faces in there especially DJ Promise.  Word.  So what is this Skuzzabot?  well it came from salvaging old paint cans at the dump.. the idea is that the dumpster swallows the paint.. comes to life.. and creates art.  SKUZZA means rotten and dead.. BOT means artificial intelligence.. so its a metaphor of the organic and digital worlds melding.  It looks cool too and is mad funny.

Thursday, 15 December 2016


The big ugly old blue vinyl suitcase is out.. it's full of old cds with image files of photos and art from the early days of my digital transformation/absorbtion.  The early 2000s saw me as an angry confused hippy that lost a friend to suicide and a baby to abortion.. I thought I had thrown my life away trying to be an artist and decided to give over to the service work of environmentalism.  I tried to quit graffiti and be selfless.  I was saved by Harley Smart and Erika Heyrman from the Wildfire bakery.  At first I was jealous and rude to Harley.. but eventually I understood his way.. even if I still felt like an outsider to the growing new art scene in Victoria.. Cam Kidd moved in with us and we all became "the Belmont Boys".. those days were pure joy.  I dabbled in the digital.. and tried to fit my art into Fantan 16 and a half... fifty 50.. the Ministry of Casual Living.. it went ok.. but I never really fit in.  I was the weird older graffiti guy that couldn't adapt to the new young hip art scene.  Cam was able to walk in both worlds quite well and Harley soon moved on ahead to do great things.. He blazed a trail.  My graffiti got back on track thanks to Hype who got me out painting again.  I met the WHRS crew from Calgary who were into the rave and festival scene.. Shambhala inparticular in 07/08 and discovered "partying".  I moved to vancouver chasing the Lighta crew bass music movement and all of a sudden on a trip back to victoria to visit I met Olives mom and my lonely ass got talked into having a child.  Its all a blur from there.. the photo below is me right before the move to vancouver.  I would like to get back to that person and continue on from what I've learned.. and with my new best friend Olive by my side.

Wednesday, 14 December 2016


Ahh the good ol' days..  before the drinking got out of control I would usually just fall asleep on the couch after painting as long as I could.. I would wish for stimulants to keep me working but that was still a rare thing.  I'd wake up and have a normal if slightly hungover day.. probably gardening or working on an art show.. or going over to Olive's moms house to help out or watch her so she could work or go to school.. or take Olive swimming which we have always done religiously since I can remember.. Grampa sent the usual what does she want for xmas message yesterday so I said to get a proper swimsuit from HTO.  She has always had cheapo kiddy ones from walmart or target.. so I think its time to see how a real suit stands the chlorine.. all her other ones have disintigrated along with both of our skin.. we now have to grease up with coconut or moisturizer after each swim because she got exema.. oops.  My skin is getting dry but I thought that is just from getting old.. Ive never been a moisturizing man so it's hard to get in the habit.. it just feels unnatural to rub stuff in your skin all the time.. I don't see why you cant just consume lots of olive oil.

I refer to myself in this photo as being a lounge lizard.. and I guess lizard skin sheds off.. like the phases of life I go through.. the guy on the couch would never go to yoga class.. or college.  The house we lived in then was fondly called the Belmont house and we all were the Belmont Boys.. the house belonged to Meriel Fletcher and it was by her grace that we were allowed to carry on as we did.  Harley Smart got us all aboard and Cam Kidd moved in and stayed the longest.  We had a driveway that turned into a landscape art sculpture I called "Tomato Mountain".  It happened by inviting the city of victoria to dump 10 yards of street leaf mulch in the driveway...  We spent summers painting, partying and swimming in the kid pool around it.  Here is a VIDEO of the mulch being dumped and me dancing with the casio keyboard.  Alfons and I will be doing the Casio Christmas this saturday!

It all started at the Belmont house one christmas when I bought Olive a casio that had light up keys.. of course it birthed a comedy creation from the chemistry of friendship Alfons and I shared.. I can't remember how it started but we called ourselves "Coffees and Teas".  Alfons was in school then doing his music degree and probably never thought he would be a dad but look at him now.. all familied up.  I'm so happy for him.. he is the most deserving man I know to have a loving partner and big squishy baby boy named Boden.  We eventually partnered up with Jenny Ambrose at her venue called "The Makehouse" and will be doing our 6th annual performance there again this year.

Tuesday, 13 December 2016


It's time to make more videos.. I don't care what they are.. I'm going to start tonight with a funny laughs montage and try and push the content again.. however cheap.  This photo is from when Kay and Zsophin did their documentary on the Trackside gallery in esquimalt called 100 layers of beige.  Olive and I were about to go to the pool because we forgot they were coming over to shoot the interview and they ran up to us in the truck.. "No we didn't forget! haha.."  somehow glitter ended up on my face.  I cant remember who took this photo but I sure do appreciate it.  It was so fun to share the spotlight with Olive.  It is a great little documentary.  I housepainted today and ate 2 red barn wraps.. Started watching the new season of Peaky Blinders.. I love it but it really makes me want to drink.. or just get one of those poor boy hats.  Vancouver monday was tight.. thanks to the homey for pickin me up and escorting me to the spots.. the grime glove remains in Quinn's hand.. hope to see him this weekend.  I'm tired.