Endless reminders that life/time is indeed THAT fragile.
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.
FOCHO SON!
more often than not i find myself so overwhelmed by the sense of being ALIVE... (hella dramatic pause) that i couldn't possibly remove myself from the moment in order to capture it in such a way, that another human being could understand. (i'm sure that's somehow a run-on sentence.. but i couldN'T care less. i'm from the dot dot dot generation...)
for the longest time i've said, "art is an attempt to convey the essence of existence."
hence the phrase "keeping it REAL."
life is, and we are.
so i'm trying my hardest to blur the lines between my yob and my art. i highly encourage this to everyone i know. isn't that what we're told from youth? "get a yob doing what you love and you'll never work a day in your life." so i'm trying to take it there.
every year i like to put something together that'll sum up the last year. you know, a list.. a rant.. a video.. whatever! THIS year has probably been the hardest to get out.. but i feel great about this post. i think i was just trying to make sure i didn't come up short this year...
Now, I'm sure there will be criticism regarding my blotched spray yob pero this is the first spraying of a brand new stencil..
Music for the first annual Astorian Beast Wheelie Contest will me provided by none other than the fine folks of FOCHO. To what extent....? Stay tuned..
