Depression Never Looked This Good.

Just. This. Here. Now.

Without knowing exactly what the feeling was, I felt myself consumed. It felt like an invisible weighted down lead filled coat that was impossible to take off! and it was alive!. Later to discover, after being prescribed Paxil, I was in the grips of a depression. Perhaps it popped its head in early in my life perhaps not, I wasn’t aware, but to my recollection September 1997 it was angry and rendered me paralyzed to the couch. Enough about that first encounter. It’s painful.

Since then I have learned how to live with it and actually give it its space whenever it decides to try and make itself at home, it almost feels like a possession of sorts. While it’s whipping its tail of procrastination and distraction I’m keeping myself busy (forcibly) it isn’t easy to move.

The outline above is my mantra, my retort to the depression, because guess what? LIFE GOES ON!!! I need to step on stage, throw some water on my face and rock on. So yeah DEPRESSION NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD!

Peace.

By the way I really like this throw up.

Trade in the Crown Vic.

Be the witness to the story, rather than the actor in it.

A few years back I inherited a Crown Victoria from my cousin, it was a V8 highway dream! In a year the dream was quickly dismantled by the reality of alternate side parking, insurance and the double trouble money juggle (try saying that a 1000 times!). Done and over. No VW as a replacement as my blurt above states.

How many times have I tackled an artist statement. How many times have I written and rewritten my intentions over and over again. Each time thinking to myself “now it makes sense”….what bullshit. Only recently am I realizing there is no set time when all of this will make actual sense, thus this blog. It all needs to be documented and launched into the universe with no set finish line, its all over when its over.

I’m really digging this GoodStrange lock up. There are three things that stand out: 1. The double script “O”s, 2. The threepeat holes in the “R” and “A” in the word STRANGE and 3. the push back arm off the “N”…. I like how it doesn’t form another letter, it serves no function outside of demanding its space complete with an arrow break off.

The Bluster tags, Laurie tag, the reverse forward arrow sculpture, are all repeat offenders in my language round up.

Give thanks.

Peace.

Nobody gets out alive.

Remember when you wanted what you now have.

This is my first post on this platform. Please bear with me as I move forward with editing and getting acclimated to this groove - a little more personal than Instagram I suppose. My plan is to post and discuss sketches I have amassed throughout the years, (thanks to my son Kahlil for the scanning, he did a marvelous job).

Music will always play an integral part, not only in my art making but in every aspect of my life; I often find myself pulling from my bag of lyrics to either use as a point of reference or to just emphasize a point I’m trying to make. In the sketch above you will see I pulled from Jim Morrison’s Five to One more than likely I was deep into my head and just felt a bit claustrophobic but justified the feeling with “Because sometimes I just have to write my name”.

Be prepared for the repeat of my name in future posts, it’s practice, it’s honing in on a handstyle that will never be perfect, it is my enzo meditation. Understanding letterforms and construction and such will always be at the forefront of expansion.

Peace.