Happy Together.

May 26, 2011

I like pop.

What did the dolphin say to the tuna?

I’ll see you in hell brother!

That’s not funny, but Jokes Cousteau wasn’t a comedian.  He was a pretty serious guy in his time.

Lisa Wells wrote a book:  Yeah. No. Totally.  She has a way better handle on pop.  Get her opinions here  http://perfectdaypublishing.com/yeah-no-totally/, and make them your own.

Anxiety art is a thing.

It just doesn’t have a voice.

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Buoyfriends

May 26, 2011

I don’t know what to say about friendships, except that I like mine and hope to keep them.

The Blue Chip.

The Miscellany.

The Thieves, Thick as.

The Deep Thinkers.

The Soft Speakers.

The New Elite.

The Maestros.

The Lithuanians

The Oracles.

And the Darling Derelicts.

You can call me Al. 

The Dead Do Not Improve.

February 14, 2011

There’s no way to make amends.

But I’m always thinking of the one way how.

Just in case.

By hand.

Or by print.  Buy print from the best:  http://stumptownprinters.com/

For the Bicycle Transportation Alliance.

Long program.

Short stack.   Nike Snowboarding.

Alice Waters.  These are all for Zaaz Creative.  I’m still confused about what they are, but I’m told it’s all good stuff.

V.S. Ramachandron.

Bill and Melinda Gates.

Jonathan…

And Muhammad Yunus.  Microedit:  Great service to poor countries, difficult translation in the illustration department.

Not to complain.

The good people at Thatcher’s Coffee have delicious treats and an absolutely massive chalkboard.

My swags are dry.

But the needles are still sharp.

Guest Eggs.

April 15, 2009

Roll call:11_lounge

George Washington.

11_highslope

Arto and Glenn.

11_high_close

Lindsay.

11_slope_close

Branca.

11_pink

Raymond Pettibon.

11_gigifront

Yves Klein.

11_gigiface1

Snow White.

11_valerie

Barry Bonds.

11_kick

I can’t say that we’ve all done our best,

11_butt

but at least we didn’t fall behind.

1846

March 17, 2009

spots_10

 

historicforts_10

 

glacial_10

 

nixon_piano21

 

woods_101

 

cheeseburger_10

 

Goodnight!

Fine.

February 1, 2009

Recently I was in a meeting of sorts.  And as meetings tend  to go for me, I was given the business.  “Screaming, teenaged boy”, was the charming description I received about what I do here, repeated about eight times throughout the discussion.  I took immediate offense of course, I didn’t ask for any opinion, no grade requests were dropped on his desk, not even close.  But before I was able to muscle through the tears to plead my case, I was also told that I am too sensitive and emotionally attached to my work.  That once you offer it to the commercial, physical world you have to accept whatever insights (outright smears) anyone might offer, and if you can’t handle it, then it is time to move on to other endeavors.  Well…  Fine, and I am in honest when I say I accept this.  But understand this, those who cavalierly comment on others’ hard work without any real thought to the effort and courage it takes to turn art out.  It may just be penguin dreams and boner jokes to you, but there is a reason for all of it. There are some committed to the possibilities art has to make people happy, bring god fearing/god less people together  to celebrate irrational, romantic, dangerous ideas in the face of irrational, romantic, dangerous times.  And when times are tough as they are, it is always the art world which is first to have to fight against elimination, because of supposed frivolity.  If that’s not personal, I don’t know what is.  But I can take it.  Mister.

8_scratch

firewater

shoshone

househome

thehellwit

Zing!

elizabethfootball

It’s Super Bowl Sunday, and I am regressing.  I saw a large man in carhaart gear walking with a six-pack of Hamm’s, two of which were missing, past my window.  There goes someone on his way out of the harsh judgement of the unfun, sports hating, Portland atmosphere, I thought, and into a wonderful world of carefree football viewing.  Where bowls of chips arrive, seemingly from the heavens. And hotdogs shower upon you from the exposed light bulb sky.  He was so beautiful to me I nearly fainted.

Flush the Wax.

January 1, 2009

The universes can’t have you.  
8_blueball

8_dogwindow

Yap yap yap
8_snow

This was good.

8_lordjeff

I had the lord to keep me warm.

8_snowskier1

But it’s over now, and the melt water molasses and silt spittle is all we have left.

8_sunspot

Chains on your tires won’t keep you sane.  Nibs in the rubber wale won’t curb your slip.

8_pizza

Oh no, oh no.

8_bananas

It’s bananas. 

8_destructotree

I loves my tree, and I loves me critters.

8_destructornament

But sometimes love just ain’t enough.

8_bunnystop

Sometimes it’s too much.

8_wakawaka

Right?

8_gregfield

This guy.8_gregpark

What a ham.

8_winepark

Hams all around me.

8_rad

8_1000

Sketches are sketches and should remain sketches.

8_sketchpommel

Lips like cucumber jello

8_sketchjesus

bones bulge like pocket change.

8_tontop

bloat and progress

9_sketchcollapse

deflate and regress.

8_pendle

I kneeled in the dirt berm to thumb down the earth burgles.

8_palm

And was pantsed.

8_movethistruck

By a neighbor. 

8_meats

I’ll sing em all.

8_meatsdetail

And we’ll stay all night.

8_believereyes1

It’s New Year’s Eve!  Kiss a stranger and tell the world.

The Killdeer Jar.

December 5, 2008

Poor traits.

7_thoreau

or

7_caseyunknown

Who is more relevant?  Or just relevant?  Ant?

7_fleajump

levitating dogs of the 60’s

7_quaileggpotato

7_kitteninit

tree shredding cats of the modern.

Capgun holdup.

November 21, 2008

Tough times in Touch town.

6_ttowncyclist

6_ttownpoint

6_ttownburro

Observing neighbors is a small part of my day.

6_ttowntooth

6_ttowndonkeys

6_ttownbun

6_ttownblob

These are my parents.  

6_mombiscuit

6_dadjams

Jams.

6_racist

These are my parents celebrating our new president on Mars.  What?

6_cyanjeans

She had a hot pink shirt before, but it was too exciting and it melted the computer.

6_lightningface

There’s no face in your face.  Face!

Logo-tron

October 28, 2008

This is Matthew and he plays some pianos in Portland.  Don’t ask him to find your waitress, or else he will ignore you in a way you won’t soon forget.  

This is his new logo, and it’s fabulous.  Hire him to play your wedding, or bloodletting ceremony.

Portland, portland!

Pumpkin express.

And having writ moves on.

“Red wine 4 president.”

I’m collecting an army of important weirdos.

In training.

Warm light.

Lookie!  Do you want one?  Do you really?

If you can’t nib me, jib me.

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