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.

beautiful music...

how dumb am i?...i used to think i was always the best looking person in the picture...

behind the scenes...

the way that i compose shapes..and even sometimes color..has always followed the path of a dragonfly..in that i mean that it is almost insane in the way things turn and sharpen...but if you watch closely you can see that there is always a soft edge to the madness of a dragonfly...so in that is the map i use to end up where i usualy dont like to be..but to be honest, im sure dragonflies are relying mostly on luck...just like me..it is or it isnt...we look dangerous...but neither i nor the dragonfly sting or bite...or do we? im kidding, i do both

men of leisure...

i wish i could say i knew he was fucking

bunny earing me...well done maestro..

well done...athletics, brothers, beers...

nothing greater. amazing day.

works in progress....

making changes...

CHARGES DROPPED..

B A C K

TO

THE

SKY

MY

FRIENDS

ITS TIME TO BOMB.

heroes...ENERO

hands down my favorite writer easily for the last two years. always confident, always game changing in what he accomplishes...this king does things that i kick myself for not thinking of..on top of it all he is a brilliant artist and an amazing friend..i and everyone that has the pleasure of meeting him are very lucky people indeed...lucky to have in the crew and looking forward to any second i can play second to such an incredible individual...GO ENERO

WORKS IN PROGRESS...

for my nephew jacob...just watch.

THROWBACKS...

a few years ago back when things were still very very much alive,i had the privelidge to be shotgun alongside the hayward legend lust...down san pablo we went like two punk rock rejects looking for a sticker that could tell our story...we had maybe six cans total but a thousand ideas bouncing like water spiders off each other..we got pulled over by berkeley p.d while there was prostitution, coke dealing and general whatnots happening..however, we were white {well, looking anyway) and we got yanked for of all things, too many objects hanging from the rear view mirror..the funniest part is that they didnt know who they had and what we were dying to do that night...dont worry about us..we got away..i wish you all were there to see us sweat the stop and then see what we did after...sadly that record does not exist..now it does though..so many many nights just like that..so easy, so not so easy..more to come...lust for life

STOK...

THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE MY LOVE FOR THIS MAN..THE ONLY THING I CAN SAY IS THAT I AVOIDED HIS CALL WHEN ANDREW DIED...I DID THAT BECAUSE I COULDNT HANDLE A SINGLE WORD...NOT A BAD WORD FROM ONE OF MY TRUE HEROES IN LIFE...I LOVE STOK, ALWAYS HAVE..I FEEL UNWORTHY OF HIS CANDOR...THAT SAID, NOTHING WOULD MAKE ME HAPPIER THAN TO SEE HIM AGAIN.I LOVE YOU MY BROTHER...

WORKS IN PROGRESS..

for my friend ed...who unfortunately had the luck of the ase and got locked up this past weekend just like me...i tried a few different things this time to make it worth the man receiving it..i hope he likes it..we shall see

men of leisure...

just another day shining like the sun..meow

smart alec arrest...

the story behind this event is still under scrutiny by the law, so i cant tell the whole story yet...so ill see you in a few weeks..stay tuned.

broken bonds...

this is a piece that i was doing for a friend of mine whom with sadly, i have had a recent falling out..it is a skull head vodka bottle (full) and i decided to paint it as transparently as i could before handpainting each design which all have individual meanings..it was a very difficult piece to tackle and very fun to do so..as you can see, i have also decorated the box with paintings that i paid equal attention to...anyway, it is unfinished as is the box and more than likely will remain so..i thought of finishing and giving it away to another person i felt worthy..but to be honest it was made specifically for this person on their birthday..so as much as it pains me to either stow away or destroy, this is pretty much the only look that anyones going to get at it...such a shame.

behind the scenes...

a friend of mine asked me how hard this piece was to finish...to be honest, of the im sure thousands of pieces ive done through the years this one was the hardest..for my best friend that died...there were a few of us lucky members that knew him there to pay our respects via pieces...and just like any night that he and i painted together, things went really south before they went well..a few of us were arguing about god knows what and it got to a point that i didnt know if it would ever be done..however we dug deep and tried to do the best we could for a man that never failed at doing things right...as much as it hurts, as long as it will...this day remains almost a testament to who we are and what our crew means...and that my friends is that it Aint So Easy.

lost footage...

some old pieces that im unsure were ever seen..

welcome home...

okay swayzes, i know that ive talked it up enough so here we go...i want to quickly explain what to expect when you visit this thing...first: i probably wont post videos or photos that i find on the internet. mostly, i will be repeating themes and posting pictures of works in progress...that said, lets kick this thing in the fucking nuts shall we?