Efficient Manipulation of Pixels Found on the Internet

Art can do a lot of things. It can also not do anything and be a waste of time.

Sometimes it can do a lot in a very compacted and simple way with very little effort, but that takes a certain ability that involves paying attention to both formal and conceptual .potentials between multiple representations and wether or not the form they are in can be used practically.

Everything I make comes from images found on the internet. If I come across something that screams at me with potential for a convincing visual narrative, I’ll save it and anything else I might need to add to make it convincing enough to tell a complex story with the most efficient and least amount of work. When I first started to make image composites with layers it was 1996 and both photoshop and the layers function it came to be known for were in up to v3.5. It wasn’t an application you could just buy because the price was out of reach even for some universities . That was a contributing factor for me to transfer from a Cal State University that had one copy on one staff member’s PowerMac in her private office to the newest and State University at that time which because of its proximity to SiliconValley seemed like a logical step for the availability of  new software to use in the Visual & Public Art major.

I eventually bought my first copy of photoshop which came with a set of  8 or 9 3.5” floppy disks for installation through the University book store for a little over $100, which was about 80% of the retail cost. Back then there were no images on the “new” internet that were at a high enough resolution to be able to use for anything. WiFi did not exist yet and digital cameras were 2 megapixels at best with a $2k price tag … and again unusable because of their resolution. The only way to get images in to work with was through flatbed scanners and analog cameras. (Cell phones didn’t have cameras and very few people had them. They  took a lot of time to scan as processor speed and RAM memory on the powermacs we used was not even close to what is in a typical hand held device these days.

Speaking of which, I make these digital collages on an iPad Pro in Procreate (sometimes Autodesk Sketchbook) and post them to my instagram feed. These two pieces took about 10 minutes to make each one and they are delicious in their ability to speak the truth without words



I’ve been pretty busy with keeping my brain distracted from the relentless pain I have been experiencing for nearly five years now without much of a break at all.

The following is a manuscript based on a new work of fiction which places the first person narrative in the form of a WordPress blogger:

I am tempted to find something good or a trade off for what things were like before the neuropathy and other mystery diagnosis that affect my feet and lower legs, but I just can’t find one. Maybe I spend more time breaking down the few iOS apps that simulate the fine art painting experience until I have a flowing vernacular of autobiographical work to represent the other horror going on in conjunction with all of this, which is fair to say is the most unjust ridiculous event of my life. But I have a very difficult time saying that anything good will come out of this monstrosity of human behavior and the permitted level of greed that has my family gone from taking care that things are operating smoothly for the level of amenities that certain ppl have grown to take for granted in their isolationist rise to the top of a social order that lacks other people to the very real situation we are now in that has homelessness right around the corner … and all at the hands of those who say they love my wife and child. not me, but that’s nothing NEW in fact it has been verbalized that I should “just die given the onset of my medical condition. 

It has taken quite a toll and taken everything we had built financially to be within grasp of a house payment when things changed by the force of a bulldozing fool guided by the strange jealous pretense of his wife who operates on alcohol and some elaborate fantasy involving her “inheritance” and the idea that she controls everything after their father dies .. a mirage of a morbid fantasy carried over from high school where all progress of maturity halted with the beginning of an unending addiction to the alcohol drug (I refuse to make any distinction that separates alcohol from all other drugs, since by its nature is just another chemical that acts on the pleasure centers of the brain that is often “abused”. because of the difficulty in associating alcohol with any minority group during prohibition; cocaine was associated  with African Americans, cannabis was associated with Mexican Americans, opiates were associated with Chinese Americans, and alcohol was most prolific in the European American – which is the standard cultural Amnesiatic American Creed. 


mixed media (simulated) on paper (digital)
(simulated)watercolor, ink, paint, white-out on paper (virtual)
pen, ink, marker, photographs, glue, graphite, acrylic paint, tape, matte medium (simulated) on paper (digital)
shitting all over everything everytime it opens its mouth is NOTHING NEW
(virtual) mixed media – pen, ink, pastel, paint stick, photographs, glue, acrylic, oil on (fake) linen
mixed associative media on transcendental binary code
(digital) oil on (digital) canvas
oil on linen (simulated)

This is a very small cross-section of recent work. if there is given interest in any pieces I post I may begin printing a very limited run of 2-10 of select pieces. check back for more “ART”.

*keeping my wits about me through the physical pain and watching my wife hide in a closet for months, feeling that she had lost her family in favor of a psychopath that had been handed a position (which she saved from complete shutdown over disqualification for bad credit) harassed her in ways that no one would believe, simply because they defy logic and make a seriously strong case that this person lacks a conscious .. and/or the fear of exposure for what identity has always been there, but never aloud to be known. At least I have never lived a lie. What I am is what I am … it would be conducive for certain ppl to stop attempting to attach some identity on me that is the antithesis of reality and start trying to listen to those that actually know me or better yet … find out from me.


OOOOHHHHH!! wow! it’s a boy!!

Ohhh Myyyy! ITS A …. boy?

“Inside a break there’s only moments that hide .. Every mistake is really worth the try”

John Frusciante ~ inside a break from INSIDE OF EMPTINESS LP








OF MONTREAL from “Lousy with Sylvianbar” – She Ain’t Speakin’ Now

OF MONTREAL (Lousy with Sylvianbar)
She Ain’t Speakin’ Now



Son Of Mr. Green Genes is the song that gave me Moldy Sauerkraut …
That guitar solo around 1:30 in does it everytime, then its just ludicrous