Thursday, September 22, 2011


Taken from Google Earth- this was treated with Photoshop.
This is the old Oregon Brass Works building, and the lower floor is the home of Primal screens, my buddies Silkscreen shop, whom I have honor of working with.

The house of hallucinations

This is the house where my grandmother's best friend lived.
She took in a refugee from Poland who, in the early 1980s, was to be one of my dearest friends.
We would spend hours together, playing Beatles songs on guitar (he was the closest thing I has to a teacher- and I did my best to help him learn English),smoking pot, drinking (magic) mushroom tea- or tripping on acid.
One night, the house's owner, Mae (who's daughter is an artist/author and did covers for the Buffalo Springfield)came up and knocked on the door.
We were smoking pot, burning incense, had various colored lightbulbs burning, and were "tripping balls"- so we kind of paniced.
We opened the door and she says, "I just thought you boys would be interested to know that one time my daughter Evie had a buch of guys up here- that turned out to be The Grateful Dead."
So many memories.
This was taken from google maps and then photoshopped to this (I had to remove cars and signs and things). I rather like the result.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Legend in my own mind...

I really wish i could say this was entirely my art, but I grabbed it from an incedible artist's site, and I don't even think it's actually hers. Her name is Pamalina H. and she does some incredible things to guitars.
I took a rather flat (but awesome) version, and photoshopped the HELL out of it, to give it the depth you see here, and then slapped my name on it, cause I'm cool enough to warrant it.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Sometimes I forget that I HAVE a blog.

Thing sure were depressing when last I posted.
A total stranger commented out of concern for my well-being.
(That was really sweet by the way)

Things are really much better than they've been in - decades?

My wife got the job she wanted (union!) and I'm doing work as an artist for a screenprinting shop. It's not music, but at least it's art.