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permalink Ari Handel’s monkey story on MOTH and solemn promise sundate drawings

Ari Handel’s monkey story on MOTH and solemn promise sundate drawings

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permalink Who wants to be in my new mariachi muerte band? We’re going to sing door to door breakup ballads in spanish. It’s called SKULLMATES!

Who wants to be in my new mariachi muerte band? We’re going to sing door to door breakup ballads in spanish. It’s called SKULLMATES!

permalink not believing in love is like forcing a bear to hibernate in your heart, eventually it will contract hypothermia and starve to death or it will claw it’s way out

not believing in love is like forcing a bear to hibernate in your heart, eventually it will contract hypothermia and starve to death or it will claw it’s way out

permalink ArtRage while waiting for paint to dry, the sun to rise, fetch to finish, best friends to arrive and an alpaca hide

ArtRage while waiting for paint to dry, the sun to rise, fetch to finish, best friends to arrive and an alpaca hide

permalink Artwork for the NEW ROMANS first 7” coming out soonish

Artwork for the NEW ROMANS first 7” coming out soonish

permalink New Canvas!
What should I paint on here? Now accepting suggestions, shoulders to stand on, mixtapes, books on tape, company, soy cappuccinos + cafecitos!

New Canvas!

What should I paint on here? Now accepting suggestions, shoulders to stand on, mixtapes, books on tape, company, soy cappuccinos + cafecitos!


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art by niki kelce…remember… those guts you are talking about, even tho I dead seriously think you have amazing amounts of guts…they are just taking on different costumes now…the blue black skeleton, the clear hearted gumpfrog, they are speaking swedish…swimming in the black sea down in your gut, your stomach…they are drowing in it…all of them, still in tact…you have millions of guts galore!

permalink too superstitious to jaw on projects before their polish. Caffeine is holding me up while I spin around town in sundry scenery and I’ve traded my blanket cave for this crash landscape from sunset through snoring.

too superstitious to jaw on projects before their polish. Caffeine is holding me up while I spin around town in sundry scenery and I’ve traded my blanket cave for this crash landscape from sunset through snoring.


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mort garson is sam cooke for sad plants

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the 2nd half 

permalink and away we go

and away we go

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i love her

DIE in the Past

Live in the Future.

THE velocity of velocities arrives in starting.

IN pressing the material to derive its essence, matter becomes deformed.

AND form hurtling against itself is thrown beyond the synopsis of vision.

THE straight line and the circle are the parents of design, form the basis of art; there is no limit to their coherent variability.

LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.

OPEN your arms to the dilapidated; rehabilitate them.

YOU prefer to observe the past on which your eyes are already opened.

BUT the Future is only dark from outside.
Leap
into it—and it EXPLODES with Light.

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permalink aStory issue 3 is out and features interviews from the Horrors, Chromeo, Kime Buzzelli and me
read it here
 

aStory issue 3 is out and features interviews from the Horrors, Chromeo, Kime Buzzelli and me

read it here

 

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Finished mural

Finished mural

Longest Tornaday

Longest Tornaday

Veteran of Veteran’s Day

Here’s some photos from last whirlwinded Wednesday. Todd caught the flu and wasn’t able to make it to the event. I almost didn’t make it myself after multiple train rides and my truck erupting like a volcano on the highway. Luckily, the Element van appeared like a knight in shining arbor and scooped me up. Then my old pal Kershnar showed up and helped fill in the background, we got it done in a little over three hours. I often don’t know what I’m going to paint, I guess I was inspired by what felt like a firework finale of fun + family to end sucha long day.

Oh, and as I sat on the balcony eating cold pizza in my underwear, I witnessed fuzzy caterpillars jailbreak cocoons trailing tiny beads of blood. Sometimes it pays to rob yourself from sleep, right before it catches up with you everything feels like such a treasure.

Here’s some more on the event