First - no the second - piece I had painted after a six year hiatus. Actually, it had been so long, that I painted a similar piece behind Zane's shop in Escondido a week before painting this one, just to...
I remember when I got bussed to the inner-city during forced integration in Los Angeles in the 1979. From my suburban home to the ghetto. Myself and 27 other mostly-white kids from the suburban West Valley, over an hour each...
This is the first piece I had painted after a six year hiatus. It was commissioned by someone in the Hollywood Hills that worked for the Obama Campaign, for the entry way of his mid-century style house. They wanted a...
I used to own this 1964 Falcon sedan delivery. My old ride. Dropped in disc brakes all around, power assisted-steering… Dropped a brand new mustang crate engine. Headers, 5 on the floor... the car is a beast. And that year,...
“No Swimming” 1994I don’t remember who hooked this wall up. It was on the side of a pizza joint just off of Mission Boulevard in Pacific Beach. I rarely paint characters, but it seemed like the right size for something...
The Early Years (1985-1988) The first original song I ever recorded was on a 4-track in 1987. I was 16 years old and my squad of friends were inspired by both art and music, not so much by academics. We...
In 2005, I opened C.R.E.A.M cafe in San Diego. Originally I considered calling it “Mad Society Kafe” (MSK being the initials of my affiliate graffiti crew) but liked the acronym for “Coffee Rules Everything Around Me” and of course the...
Since my first Commodore 64, when I programmed in BASIC a database to manage information on my comic book collection, I was obsessed by this digital/traditional divide. That program I wrote was stored on a cassette tape. That baffled me...
