home sweet home...

i have new camera!!!!!!!

gots me a new camera!!!!

beginning again my faithful friends...ive missed you

the absence of struggle..and now the struggle with absence...

my apologies for not posting for so long...i feel crippled by the everyday absence of my brother vincent...it has paralyzed me emotionally, creatively and sometimes it feels completely...along with that is what i see as the misuse of things ive developed. it just puts me further into the abyss when i see it. i feel no desire to create i feel no desire to do much of anything. i do feel anger. that is really about the only emotion other than total sadness that i do feel. if carson would give me my god dam fucking camera back i could at least try to entertain the few remaining people that visit here. i am however trying really hard to claw my way back into something that even seems normal. 0nce again im sorry for not posting. i promise ill do better.

B.

sadface....

camera still m.i.a due to my lack of time to retrieve it...a few funny stories will have to do until then.

join the fight!....

limited in my posting ability due to the lack of a photo catcher,i thought that it would be cool to involve you....

if anyone would like for me to hit on a topic or if you want to send in a picture send it to me at belyone@yahoo.com we can hold this thing down together..

skeleton crew...

still waiting on my camera...but i have a few ideas so stay tuned...even at half speed it should be pretty damn special...

happy birthday jessica..

throwbacks..paperbacks...

the fact

of the matter is..that i believe the world should know who this man is and what we did together..sadly, not many photos of the work we did do i have any kind of real access to. so what im going to have to do is write out the days...some boring, some sort of mediocre..but most that cant really be understood completely without being there..that said though im going to write the best way i can so that i can maybe give any reader an image as close to my memory as i can..its a fucking hell of an undertaking, but well worth it for one of the greatest people ive ever known and for a time i think should be documented for anyone that can learn from what we worked at making for them.

spotted in the bay..

the greatest surfer alive has been at ocean beach in s.f today..i have no doubt he will be world champion again..you cant keep a beer drinking ass kicking surfing legend in the wake of anything other than that wet dream you just had...go go slater bro

great song...

so sorry swayzes...

once again my camera is m.i.a but on its way though..huge fucking update to the few that keep coming back to visit..alot of changes, alot of new things..i think youll be impressed and or delighted to see whats about to come..until then though, check out this picture i found that is so uncanny to my best friend..enjoy..see you all soon!

where are you vincent in the mouth of sorrow youll find me vacant guilty from not grabbing
pavement or super tough without a reason why leave me here when i cant take it

i see your feet stacked in rythym like the poured concrete an effort that is lost on me you are
the sky and calming sea if there is no you then there is no me

i should have known it in your eyes so swollen and broken let me know so i can hold it forget
your pride and fucking show it dont leave us here without us knowing

i miss you vincent more than i would care to mention another moment without your hands is the
moment i wont spend me in it i miss you so much clocks go silent

happy birthday vincent...

At the Fat Cat in modesto we had a troop of actors making my brothers birthday so amazing by acting out the rocky horror picture show which vincent was part of way back in my favorite days...on vincents birthday we spoke, we drank, we celebrated a day that is now more important than any other. i understand that my brother believes in me even when i dont...and it is that fact that makes breathing so difficult. the absolute pain and heartbreak that is losing the only guiding light in my life is unbareable..i feel honestly that i cant continue.one day i may look forward to the world that he made so pretty for me...i want to see him again..i want to hear his pretty voice again..i want all the things that make the world somewhere i belong..i cant. i dont want to see the world without vincent...i dont want to hear another piece of advice that isnt from the genius i know...i knew this would be so hard..so ill leave it at this...i love my brother vincent..and as long as i live, so does he.

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thank you all for visiting this page...i will be back to properly honor my brother as soon as i can...right now the grief is just too great.

for some reason now and then i just say happy birthday..

ff

thank you vega...

one of my best friends in the whole wide world gave me a copy of this issue..which you should definitely pick up. there is insight into what i consider the greatest time in graffit history..i was lucky enough to be around during the slaughter of the city and appreciate so so much a chance to glimpse behind the scenes at the heroes i keep to this day. worth the money. worth the time. and worth thinking about why its not like this anymore. some guys (tupak, fend, enero, some big H'ers.) excite me in the way that this scene did..if i can say, its our time now..isnt it?...seriously though...pick up a copy. you wont be sorry.

american gothic...

these are works that i made for my brother a few years ago..the reason i want you to see them is the reason i looked for them, there are days, which pretty much run concurrent where i question my talent and my courage to produce something that would be worthy of seeing...that said, i believe these two paintings on newsprint say what sometimes i dont really see..i dont really know that i can do anything worth looking at...i like these..i hope you do..i know my brother loves them..and it is at his reluctant behest, that you even see them now..thank you my brother..i love you..and im sure we made the right move

meth lab...

these are the cars we are building..these are the cars that will shortly grace the biggest show that i have ever been in...along side two bikes, a vespa and enough paintings to wet those already soaked panties of yours...its gonna be a busy rest of the year my homies..

fantasy football central...

in order to even be a fucking contender in the stupidly impossibly creative and difficult world of fantasy football you need the essentials: two brains bigger than yours, snobby beer that is hecho en mexico,drumset you cant really destroy and balls bigger than the picks you make at your local seven eleven. point being, if i or anyone for that matter put this much work into something as what you think as a meaningless endeavor, imagine how much further we are with everything you dont know and that you cant see...in other words...fuckin touchdown...

who you gonna call?...

last week i had the pleasure to ride in one of these beasts..my legal department cant clear the story for the blog..so all i can say is that i wasnt hurt..i was just turned away by law enforcement...good job guys...meanwhile your boy has beers with the skeleton crew...go go u.s.a!

where everybody knows your name...

this is what id like to call a full bar...good looking dudes, a nice little chick.(hands off!) and an authentic eight foot tall twist painting...life be good on them saturdays..

no no buffalo!

do you see what happens when i root for my brothers team in any way? thats right my fucking team loses..never again my friends..never again

all four you....

i know, another damn delay...i cant seem to find my camera...as soon as i do though...mega post

uncanny...

apparently, i have lived a past life...i knew it..forties era soldier complete with tin coffee mug...i should start drinking coffee and dressing in olive drab so i can be who obviously, ive been all along...

you feedin me a line of bullshit..

okay, if you have herpes..you cant tell me that everyone has herpes just so your girlfriend can feel better about you giving her said herpes..i dont suffer from this condition..and you saying i have herpes doesnt give me herpes..you touching people inappropriately gives them the virus...my buddy just caught it from a girl that claims the same thing "everybody has it"...no you fuckin liar..you do..and now my homie does..so...advice my friends...wrap that thang up tight...like fort knox tight...

monkey business...

a day in san jose is worth a week in boring snoring where everville...awesome usa

go go buffalo!

root root root for my brothers team! if they win today as well a few others, im so much closer to watching tom brady in real life.

sucker punch...

it makes me sad the amount of friends ive lost...wether they pass away or just pass me by, it leaves a space i always save for them to return...if what im doing or saying is offending anyone, imagine the torture of how it feels to wait until someone wants to be homies again...ive decided not to do that to myself anymore..so ill leave it at this: if you are offended, first examine why you are...if you should be...and if it really matters. i keep daily reminders right in front of me at my workstation so i dont make the mistake of waiting again. i know that i am a great friend...that i do whatever i can to protect my friends and people i care about i try my best to treat them with respect and let them know constantly how much they mean to me..i would never say or do anything on purpose to hurt anyones feelings or them for that matter...i dont have it in me to be on any sort of common ground with anyone that wouldnt do that for me...

trade secrets...

i used to use these markers to make paintings and now im going back to brushes...okay hold on, let me explain: i started using brushes something like fifteen years ago. along came the discovery of these markers and the advantage of free wood and other supplies that made the process not only insanely easier, but much much quicker.. so i just went ahead and used them...the entire time i used them i felt i was short changing recipients by calling the works "paintings" i used the technical loophole that there was "paint" in the fuckin pens so its pretty much the same right? screw it right? well the reason for going back to brushes is all together good and bad...the good: im doing things the right way again for the first time in who knows how long..the work is far superior and i feel better about it all the way around..the bad? the main reason for this is the fact that there are currently people using this method that i had no intention of pioneering..it was my trade secret. and much like alot of my methods and to put it bluntly, my style has been ripped away from me and claimed by various others who im not discounting as bad artists just a little opportunist...and so like most things that i like, when they get too popular..i abandon them...good luck to everyone with the know how..but its time for me to go back to where it all began...honestly i feel like im breathing again...so i thank the artists using the method as inspiration...you go girls..

heroes...tom brady

five hundred and seventeen yards...completely sound with pressure at his feet...if you want to lose, make him mad...if you want to win...he should be on your team..he should be on your mind..you should approach life the way that he approaches games..perfectly poised..aware at all times...and using the gift that you were born with..the right way...this man is one of my heroes...not only because of what every single analyst says...not because of the three rings on his hand...but where he came from, what he has done for himself and the game and how humble he seems to stay...because in the end of all things...arent you only as good as you are remembered?

works in progress...

alot is happening in los caza de brujas...its almost a fire that has been set behind me that i havent felt in quite a while...there are a few paintings i would love to explain once they are completed and actually let anyone that is interested know where my heart and my mind are...i cant wait to share this with you...i feel for the first time in so long, a complete and total need to produce and succeed beyond myself...i hope you will receive the new works the way my supporters have without fail...i truly beileve this is the best work ive ever done...

be somebody..

lifting two hundered and seventy pounds is something you have to see..which you will..as soon as i get the video...posting that tomorrow babies


UPDATE.... i have been advised not to post the video..im probably gonna do it anyway..as soon as we find that loop in the legal department..shortly

super sunday fun day...

food, beer, michaels vicks on t.v and its not even noon?...im pretty sure its gonna be a good day.

goals in life..

its finally football season...and a chance to cross an item off the goals in life list...watching true talent in its element is something more than inspiring, its downright magic...im going to the raider v.s patriot game this year so i can see one of my heroes play...like watching an artist paint, a poet speak or a musician command a crowd, im sure its going to be awesome to see tom brady as field general punishing the raiders the whole game...dont worry about me kiddos...im going to the game with my brothers and some raider fans..ill be safe..probably will have to have someone go with me every time to the bathroom like a five year old in case of rowdy raider bullies but hey, at least im going.

aww shit bitch...

its september eleventh

no october....

if you havent made it out this summer to see a game, i encourage you to do that before its over...its been a cold swimming season and nothing speaks summer and makes you feel like a kid more than catching a baseball game and drinking beer with some close friends/family...i believe im going to two more games before i say see you next year...im just sayin..we should go together..its fun

creepin on a thumbs up...

i should probably take a photo of this myself but to be honest, i have racking in my blood..plus im lazy..enjoy the half you can see...

wishes do come true..

these shoes...these fucking shoes are real now...i cant tell you how much ive geeked out on this today...sadly though, only 1500 are made...if i were a rapper or some sort of diaper child...i would be a proud owner of said kicks...the future is now

thug life....

truly an inspiration...if this writer isnt in your top three favorites, then hit the refresh button on that fucking brain of yours...if you find this persons work as amazing as i do, then you too will catch yourself wishing you had their talent...its okay...its just that good...big ups to tupac...king in the making...

if you have ever had the opportunity to meet this person, then you will be taken back by the grace, class and humility that youll encounter. i for one am a very happy clam to count this writer as one of my few true and closest friends..his desire to learn and his all out ability to improve right in front of your eyes is mindblowing..i look forward as im sure we all are, to see what comes from tupac next..

Hate Consumes Me....

sorry for the delays..my internet is acting funny..will post a huge update asap

works in progress...

for a freind of mine on their way out into the face of danger...i love this person very much..and ill post the almost finished product, as only the recipient is allowed to see the finished product.

the king of what?

when i was born into this culture...this man was what made the "graffiti world" so amazing and so exclusive..he was the type of cool that you always want to be...he had the secret to be someone...that secret was his natural ability and charisma...the world is less colorful and exclusive without the style master...up to the heavens to inspire the clouds...RESPECT

throwbacks..

done for a great friend of mine, this was actually the second attempt at doing this piece...the first attempt was thwarted when i was in an abandoned city.(well more like a town) inside this building with almost no fresh air in it which meant we had to walk out occasionally to actually breathe. at one point a friend of mine poked his head back in the building with the look we all know as "holy shit" then he said "dude theres a cop out there". our reply "did he see you?!" so ,we took a peak outside, remember we couldnt really breathe that well and it was hot so it made the moment all the more screwy. what we saw was a black and white..then the cop..then his freaking dog...at this point we are sure we are going down. but then out of nowhere, we heard the damn kings of leon blaring from the car. he wasnt looking for us he was on like lunch or something! either way we had to bolt before the dog could smell our fear so as quiet as we could we launched out of there...forgetting we were in a building with no damn air, it was one hell of a run...needless to say we didnt finish...anyway, because this guy is such a good friend i had to give it another shot. im happy with the outcome. he definitely deserves it. cheers fend.

works in progress...

a smaller canvas something like ten by ten, for a gooey friend of mine...im going to try to fit as much as possible into it without covering too much of any one thing...mission: kinda hard.