33 Days are a series of Works created during 33 consecutive days (04/08/2015 - 05/12/2015) - which I stop smoking- starting the end of my 15 year pack a day nicotine addiction. Part journal, part online installation - I can't entirely tell. Work is listed chronologically by date, and you may scroll down to see the entire 33 days, as they and I, evolve.
I planned on giving myself the gift of stopping smoking, on 05/12/2015 - for my 33rd birthday. On April 8th I woke up and felt something say "let's stop today." I didn't know it was exactly 33 days till my 33rd birthday. These are works of all sorts, created during this time. A way to not smoke. A way to get through this. This is the fucking worst. I'm gonna enjoy it.
04/09/15 - early morning - FUCK POODLES.
Did these this morning.
Never Really liked poodles.
They are dicks.
Maybe that's why I subconsciously drew their little shitty tails like penis heads. I love dogs, but don't really like poodles.
FUCK POODLES sounds like a punk band.
The Fuck Poodles.
"FUCK POODLES" - poodles is one of those words when you say it over and over and over you start to have a self induced psychedelic mind fuck.
It's also, a great name to shit on people with "Ey...wassup Poodles."
Sounds east coast.
Fuck Poodles. Not gonna smoke.
04/09/15 - Illustrated these bears. Churning today. The last 3 hours have been a mindfuck of nicotine. But...hey. I think i like this pattern of bears - I'd wear it as sheets or a bathing suit. So the future is bright..
04/10/15 - Loosing it a bit. Fuck contemporary art. Whatever that fucking means... Sometimes it's bullshit. That's ok. I'm screenshoting my co-workers conversations and then turning them into this - and fuck I'm sure some gallery would be like - yep - LETS FUCKING DO THIS. LETS BLOW THESE UP HUGE - I am thinking, yeah - LETS FUCKING DO THIS LETS BLOW THESE UP HUGE. But...I'm really wanting to paint these huge, in oil paint - so some onewould walk up to them and be like..."NAH...!!! NAH YOU SEE YOU SEE - HE PAINTED THIS!" That person would scream it across the gallery and people would go "OHMG NO WAY!!!!" I have to instagram this. Nowwayu. No way am I having a fucking cigarette. (reading this about 20 minutes later and I don't like the way I sound. that's ok. it's ok just leave it.)
04/12/2015 - I am a signs guy. As in - I see my magic everywhere because I believe and know that everything is connected - and sometimes you have to laugh and get chills and giggles at the synchronicity of it all. These are pictures about 30 minutes of each other while driving around Burbank this morning.
04/15/2015 - (will explain the above photos ) been busy working.
I have been really desiring a pet. I haven't had one for about a year, since my beloved pug dog, Enzo - passed away. There is, much to be learned in the terms of LOVE - by sharing your experience with an animal. A beautiful love indeed. My apartment only allows cats, despite my best efforts to try and convince my landlord that Pugs are not dogs. (they are not dogs by the way - they are mystical creatures from space).
I found these two cats - Eva Purron and McFluffin. They were posted on Craigslist as having "special needs" and needing immediate rehoming. I went over to meet their owner and immediately fell in love. These are...probably the two COOLEST Cats I have ever met. Extremely intelligent, quirky, and SURVIVORS!
McFluffin and Eva grew up with their owner David - bottle fed since they were kittens and adopted from the shelter in Philadelphia. David had / has a dog named Bones and the cats grew up with him too. Eventually - something turned for the worse, and Bones no longer enjoyed the cats, attacking them both separately - leaving McFluffin without 3/4 of his tongue (just imagine having no tongue and then you can empathize here) and Eva Purron blind in her left eye (with some possible head trauma as well).
I told David - that he IS more than welcome to come and visit them, and to consider me and my brother - extended family, watching over his family. I wanted a pet - because I get lonely often (whether I'm conscious of it or not) - I don't go out too much, don't have time for a relationship, and spend most of my time home alone creating. The energy of an animal is a brilliant thing.
The cats come over on Saturday. I'm really happy.
04/18/15 - This is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I have a newspaper from 1906 that has his writings and image; I scannned them in at hi-res and then animated them as these trippy .gifs.