welcome page image

i’m working on the welcome page for my new website. some of these images are going to be buttons and on hover will change to a word to show you to which section of the site the link will lead you. it's going to be centered on a white page

attitude

These are re-dos for some of the head-wrap styles. I'm also working on a self-portrait and the finish will be a sketch

dig this

long overdue documentation of my 2nd piece in this weekly Boston publication.
It took a while to get mailed to me.

for shit or for less

Some of my photography for shit or less.

new york

turtles in my high school science room, self-developed
my mama at America's Stonehenge in New Hampshire
Elena in NYC the day after seeing the brian jonestown massacre at Terminal 5 next-door to our couchsurfer host's lowlower-eastside apartment

a San Francisco morning
PCH GORILLA BBQ
San Franciscan night
San Franciscan night at the Green Tortoise
dark providence dayz
plum island before I left for Holland

Amsterdam shop

come on, baby

I found this on the bookshelf at Out Of The Closet on Hollywood and Western and then I stole it.



This song is worth your time. Brought to you by the man responsible for showing you how to twisty twisty twisty til the two of you turn the house down


I'm a live-in nanny but I still need to make money for food. SHOCKINGLY, art is paying my way.

head-wrap sketches

does anyone have any idea how much to charge for these sketches? i'm at a loss. doing these for the mother of the family i'm nannying for in Silver Lake. She's making adult and baby head-wraps.

thankz robert crumb, for the eye.

a lil' sketch fer you.

matchbox lover gift

larger than life-size:

publication

This is how my pieces appeared in LA's Far West Almanac.
Vol. 2 Issue 10 November/December 2009

tiny presents on the way

thank you, church of choppers.

jangly pants

The finish for Far West Almanac.
Now NOT the cover, since interview with Gogol never happened. But will be included in issue in full colour.

far west almanac cover

this is my final drawing on watercolour paper. if there's something crazy-wrong looking, let me know by 6pm pacific time.

Far West Almanac is a free, bi-monthly music and culture magazine that focuses on the Americana rock 'n' roll scene and smoking weed and all that. I'm doing the next cover. The main article is about Gogol Bordello.

the transformation of the illuminati

stream of consciousness collaging of images from vast collection. describes my frame of mind. weighing options, separation erected


what i do instead of what i need to do:

fuschia leotard

hey, I was in a music video last Friday

Lame Drivers- "Demondzblood" from Samantha Cornwell on Vimeo.

The Spirit:
The Spirit is a creature who exists without boundaries. She is pure energy with an equal mix of human and animal. In Order to thrive she must feed off the energy of a living creature, preferably a human. When she appears she brings he human sacrifices to a state of human being, equal to her own. While they are in this state they experience euphoric ecstasy, but they can't sustain t for long and eventually their souls are drawn out of their bodies and into the body of the Spirit. The Spirit aides in this with a hypnotic, repetitive dance. The spirit does not have much of an inner life to speak of, and appears vivacious. She is the pinnacle of energy that cannot be contained.

in love again:
directions:
go here:
http://peterburr.org/

click projects
click daydream animalz


GREAT NEWS:
- I think I finally got fired!!!!


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p.s.

the iguana's crawling back up the toilet bowl.

all right all right alll riiiightt

www.fuct.com
slow-mo Cocksucker Blues clip. epitome of tour boredom/blues, well at least Keith smiles

been working 3-10 hr. days at a self-run fuckin bunny war hospital, feeding the lil dudes milk, arm cocked-up pressuring 10ml syringes, running around cleaning cages, moving rabbits, refilling supplies, medicatingmedicatingmedicating. Crop of diarrhea babes this morning, most likely my own fault, then granola upstairs couldn't breathe so i'm nebulizing in the kitchen. always work faster work harder. how can i carry the weight of 100 lives?
the heat is unbearable, the fires 0% contained. at night the hills are outlined, in the morning at the end of my driveway I see the flames

i've got ideal clients, like freaking dream clients and I can't even work 'cause these rabbits are consuming my life. don't know how much longer i can hold out.

plum loco

Esther Pearl Watson paints UFOs being interacted with in vaguely Texan town settings and she is my favourite artist in a while. I just found her stuff 5 minutes ago.






Yesterday was my first day working for South Paradiso Leather. I can't wait until I can officially say I'm an artist for them, because it would be such an honor. I had this absolute daydream work day where it felt like meditating, listening to so much new music, in this fairytale Japanese cottage in Laurel Canyon up all these cracked stone walkways, over a little wooden bridge. It felt like a treehouse, or definitely built with gnomes in mind. Everything wooden, like a cabin, big windows, windows everywhere in the middle of this natural oasis but with this insane view of the Los Angeles metropolis. I was treated to a performance of a Victrola Credenza, one song one side, one side one needle -- a 20's dance one and a dirty Bessie Smith. I got a beef burrito from Baja Fresh and practiced painting on leather by doing belts. It's definitely a new technique and I'm a little nervous, because with whatever I do, I need to be the best.
Romulus (the mastermind creator of the South Paradiso reality) spouted some RADASS off the wall t-shirt designs into my ear for me to sketch, I wish I could share them with you because your jaw would smack through yer floorboards and you'd snort belief out of your left nostril at lightspeed, but I pinky-swore him (my highest swear) I wouldn't divulge anything. I've probably already said to much.

later lovethumbs

Trying To Flush The Iguana Down The Toilet

finally the complete experience:

NACHO SNAKE

how I felt inside, but also referencing this amazing photo. I need to do a photoshoot focusing on expressions like these.

Calling on the magic of the ocean.

Sex and hair.

a dirty sketch looking down

jus drawin' sum mo cats

this past week:

explanation:

1 & 2 & 3: motorcycle cowboy

4: Penelope's last night in LA, hearing the intro coming out of a car at 3:30am.

5: Tiki Ti and how we never made it there

6: visiting Aaron's apartment and listening to the entire Mr. Guitar comp of Link Wray's genius

7: not technically this past week, but riding through Griffith Park with Nattlesnakes

8: I think this was dedicated to me at Y's England/temp. goodbye party

9: what nights with Alicia are like. dancing to this in a really expensive well-designed house and smoking a hashhish blunt

10: Blue Cheer just because.

11: AC/DC is now amazing to me and I can indulge in them shamelessly and fully

12: as with Black Sabbath.

13: Also an Alicia experience. Riding north TO Big Sur and Santa Cruz, and coming back through the valley. The lyrics are an experience all themselves.