Post #20: Santa Cruz Life

Left Coast

I've now been living in Santa Cruz for a solid two months and after all the hoobla with the Kickstarter and moving I have to say, it was ABSOLUTELY worth it. The beaches here are always reminiscent of paradise, the Sequoia's stretch like skyscrapers, the grass is emerald, the lushness is without equal, the warmth is embracing, the people are friendly and the skies are sapphire. I've been hiking a lot, painting constantly, doing a few commissions and illustration work, and getting together my first art show in California- Being the featured artist for the month of April at Kind People's Collective in Santa Cruz. I'm BEYOND excited to get my work shown in a heavily trafficked area- I'm very optimistic and confident my work will sell. I've taken YEARS to hone my craft in Maine & Massachusetts and now I feel I'm really putting all that work together for the public to enjoy. I also got a large portion of my inventory shipped to me JUST in time for the show!

Prepping for my first art show in California!

Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more.
— Oscar Wilde
When you do what you fear most, then you can do anything.
— Stephen Richards

Here's a poem I wrote the other day (untitled):


Sailing tar rivers like we’re Lewis & Clark,

Sap and syrup swirl until slime eats bark,

Moss mountains marble and twist the surface of Sequoias,

Brought through brothels, couple of cocktails,

Cocky adolescent’s with thirsty cocks chasin’ tail,

Bailing on what would be a jailed existence,

My whole generation a product of escapism,

Pace on a prism, ideas acidic in nature that echo rhythms, 

Prepped to find someone listening to visions,

Yoda’s and mystics, Gandalf’s and Dumbledore’s,

Kicked in the doors of perception and found a fractal form,

A core of apples and oranges, pairs of banana bandana’s,

Tare a camera in half because they can’t realize that their sight is fact,

The light gets whacked, bent like slipping out of misdemeanors,

Missed demons in lairs, demeaned laborers who built manors,

Terrifying tenors who bellow out tense troubles over bass and trebles,

Tasted the yellow, blue, and the red,

Black and white lost in fields of parasites who feed on those that bled,

Feeding on the interrogation of the nation,

A place complacent with being watched constant,

No consent, impatient livin’ in decrepit FEMA tents,

No regret, just trying to live without acclimating debt,

Asserting that we’re the best, people that work rise to set,

Lie to the rest so that you can conquer money and the internet,

Been so wet that fire’s gave up on me,

Dampened spirits like drowned ghosts that can’t be freed,

Been so burnt that river’s were revolted by me,

Holstered with hand-weapons, holding the helm, helmet in hand, guarding the hold,

Hardened because boldness has brought about bravery,

Was taught about the heraldry, underdogs, Robin Hood and the royal navy’s,

Knew which one ended up on the right side of history,

So I’ve been glowing since infancy, trying to be extraordinary,

Heroic was all I’ve had, war’s taught me who can be bad,

It exposed the whores who never had-

To fight was never written into their repertoire, 

Never been too far from the battle, always smelled gunpowder around the corner,

Coroner’s just neighbors who have weekly bag duty,

Bagged to join the duty, called up, did the dirty, got hit, sent home in baggies,

Had to laugh it off like taffy, only the saltiest who crossed the salt water felt at home,

The time just a stain on the fabric of a flag that stood for freedom,

Boys never allowed to boil slowly, but rather were burnt out before bounty,

Never knew treasure, reward, spoils, or a present in their present,

They lost essence, and since the economics haven’t been fixed,

We’re in a state of comatose, at the brink of a burning wick,

Time to reignite our dynamite and blow a hole in the unstoppable tricks,


Each man had only one genuine vocation - to find the way to himself....His task was to discover his own destiny - not an arbitrary one - and to live it out wholly and resolutely within himself. Everything else was only a would-be existence, an attempt at evasion, a flight back to the ideals of the masses, conformity and fear of one’s own inwardness.
— Hermann Hesse

Here are some of the illustrations I've been working on recently:

I'm going to print up some t-shirts with this design on it if anyone is interested!

Update on the Kickstarter Project:

I'm currently working on the NYC painting, and I'd say I'm about 2-3 hours worth of work left until it's finished, then I'll start right in on the Savannah painting! I morphed the original idea to be more of a ball of New York as the hub of all things- as it feels like when you are there.

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.
— Charles de Lint

Also coming soon, my new psychedelic hip-hop album:

Great ambition is the passion of a great character. Those endowed with it may perform very good or very bad acts. All depends on the principles which direct them.
— Napoleon Bonaparte