Hospitals

I went to the hospital today that shit was hilarious. Since I'm technically not employed being a starving artist perusing happiness and all that good stuff. I get this awsome thing called medi-cal. Which is like free health insurance for the poor. It's Monday now and I had been dripping feverish sweat since Friday night, on the verge of collapsing multiple times with a throbbing three day headache, body aches, swolen throatitis, and an ear infection. (Damn you climate change and mentally induced malnourishment..) Anyways yeah, the people at the hospital were hilarious. As I'm standing in line to check into the ER. I start sweating and feeling dizzy. I tell one of the nurse ladies in the lobby n she notices my pale sweaty face and slurry voice. Immediatley starts bombarding me with questions. This was at about 11 a.m. today. Which Is early as fuck for me. My blood pressure is 76/42 when the normal is 120/80. So I'm in a state of hypo-tension. They put me on a thing with wheels n roll me to the red zone in the back. Like 6 people walk into this tiny room ( curtain divided section of the you know) with me n one by one as they come in they all ask the same question... "What's wrong with him" idk if I have a wierd sense of humor. By the time I reach the back room I start feeling better and they just keep making me laugh. They each come on with different machines and wires. 3 electrocadiograms 2 x-rays and two big pouches of I.V. (SALT WATER) later. Mixed with a few random shots of stuff that made me feel warm later. About two hours, and I'm off with a prescription for pills I don't like to take. Some wize Foo once said, "let thine food be thine medicine n thine medicine be thine food." Anyways the funniest part was when the doctor asked the lazy nurse, "Keeping the patients alive?" She responds non-schalauntley, "eeehhhh, if it's their time it's their time, what can you do." ( Bitch! You can save them as you're medically trained to do - thots in my head). I was like wtf. It's the ER. I think You're supposed to at least try. I couldn't help but laugh out loud (literally, not like the lol every other text type). Every other line was a joke, in between they would ocassionally mumble stuff about patients but mostly personal stories and jokes. In my head I'm like, yeah, fuck it, it makes sense, you're supposed to have fun at work. But these people have been working here so long they have a complete desensitization of the physical death of the human specimen. I saw at least 5 or 6 people rolled thru on gurneys that looked beat up as hell or on the verge of dieing. They were all like eh, another day another patient. Anyways that was my great hospital experience today. Before that I had only gone to hospitals for births, deaths, and 51/50s. I'll blog about the 51/50s another time, there's alot of content there. Those were good times. Anyways, here's some random pictures of art stuff from the archives cus thats how I eat. Eat, Sleep, And Breathe Paint. Sometimes not the breathing part tho, a few people have tod me I have sleep apnea. + A picture of me at the hospital today. Such a great feeling to be catered to by all these hot nurses. PS, my friend works at a hospital n she says Doctors get blowjobs from nurses all day in vacant rooms. (Lucky Guys)... But they went to school a long time, i guess they've earned it. Then the nurses go home to kiss their kids and husbands with Doctor Cock Breath. She calls it a breeding ground for affairs... Idk, But Being aware of that and observing the dynamics, I can definatley see it. Doctors direct nurses and nurses do what they can to get favortism / preferance... I can dig it.  Almost makes me want to reconsider my career choice, but nah, I like to write / paint on stuff.

Obviously Stencil Process layered animals from my paranoid monster head.  (Penny Weights) Above.




Below is stuff and stuff... 228's... you'll figure it out. just read with your analytical eye. Not the other one.

Fuck It In The System

Lately I've got alot of FUCK IT in my system. Since I don't have a wife, children, or girlfiend (Thank God). Or people to nag at me about what to to do, or not to do for that matter. I began to research twerking videos gathering from the best the cyber realm has to offer. The research gets intense. The research went well. I had conclusive findings that there are many gifted women out there with access to video recording devices. The end result are the following drawings. Based on the modern phenomenon. Twerking, Twerkout, Twerk It, Shake It. You Know you watch those videos on world star hip hop. Don't lie.

Pink chonis and green yoga pants. ummmm

Distorted drawings worm holes and buttholes.

 Drawings in pen, water color and Ink.

Getting Smashed in the Mountains is the Fucken Best!

Getting smashed in the mountains is the fucken best. 

Some throwback pictures from December. One was the day my (cousin), whom I refer to as my brother in Mexico got married.We rolled up to the birthplace of my parents to do a photo shoot and get wasted of course. It was a beautiful day, all I kept thinkin was damnit, we lost another one. Why the fuck do people get married. I'm happy for my bro, don't get me wrong. The wedding was beautiful, in the church with some dope philosophy for the sermon, superfat party with dope live music n family n all that cool shit. But all the homies and relatives that are married or in long term relationships waste their time bickering over dumb shit. Like who was right or wrong about where they parked, n asking eachother for permission to do shit. Fuck that!!! We should all do what we want, when we want. Never Restricting ourselves to the confines of sacrificing years of commitment, and loyalty; for something that's gonna end up in divorce or someone that's gonna do you dirty in the long run. All because they get bored of the mundane repetitiveness that is a relationship. That's just my opinion. Anyways, getting smashed in the mountains is dope, the other day was rollin up the mountain in a back of a truck drinkin Johnnie walker red label with the home girl D. My down ass hilarious home girl from Mex. There was a gathering of about thirty friends and fam, us being Mexicans we drank like mofos as usual, fire, acoustic music, bomb food, the usual stuff.

Mexico Murals

Dis proportionate wall plug figure cut.

These are pictures from a mural I painted in the best barbershop on the North American Continent In the state of Zacatecas in Mexico last year. The homie Joan gets down on cutting hair. I took a suitcase full of paint, spraypaint, PaintPens and a bunch of other shit.  Chilled out there for about a month, mostly getting smashed and listening to banda music, mingling with the locals n chillin with fam, going to events n yeah. A few days before returning to the states we started talking about the mural. I took one of  the local monuments, "Los Arcos", and dropped it on the background. Since the homie has a bike crew, the bici-quetsalcoals, (terribly misspelled). I tried to sound it out. I dropped a skeleton riding a bike with flat tires of course, the way most people tend to like to roll (Nowhere Fast). Blended the rasta colors since that's the music of choice in the scene, added my tag n vualah. It was dope chillin n having some brew as we painted, At that time I was still smokin weed everyday so I would take breaks to walk down the street to the the park, (el Parque caxcana raza). Get super hi, then come back laugh and paint. played a lil foozeball, futbolitos, which I'm terrible at, n yeah. Sombrero are a must for the calaveras, a symbol of much of the region as it serves a purpose of keepin hard workin maufuckers from baking in the sun. The other one I dropped their team logo on the chest, gotta represent. Feather in the cap n all that, old English cus it's classy. Another day at work.

What's Goin On Now

Since I'm new to this I got a gang of stories to let blast into the cyber realm. For now ima put up stuff that's goin on now. I have 3 murals in the works which will probably take a while to finish, they're all kind of different. I don't really know if I've developed that consistency that most artists have with their work. I feel like I switch styles every other painting just to keep myself from getting bored, like Jay Z' s -Twenty Two Twos off the instant classic ReasonableDoubt. The debut of the now legendary rapper. Superb lyrical content and beats that knock. Easily in the top 5 best rap albums of all time. If you've never heard it I highly recommend it. Anyways here's some pictures of three murals in the works currently in Fresno, California. The first one is based on African Tribal Roots. The second one is the "Eye of God" or Ojo de Dios, as used in Ancient Latin American Cultures, with the hallucinogenic cactus, The Purple Peyote in front of it. And the last one is Charros Perdidos, a long concept that I'll rant about in a later blog. Its in collaboration with the Homies from the Barrio Art Collective. Ill Post better pictures as the painting is finalized and progress is made. They're combinations of Spray Paint and Other Pigments.

For The Longest

For the longest time, people been tellin me I should start a blog. So ima start typing a bunch of stuff cus it seems theraputic. Many people will be offended and many words will be mis spelled. For the people that know me, you'll probably read a bunch of stuff you didn't know about me. For those of you that don't know me, feel free to write hateful things when my personal philosophy and belief system doesn't coincide with yours. I paint for a living and the motto is "Paint on Everything, All the Time." I enjoy writing and drawing on things that aren't mine. They add a lil bit of color Gods grey the world. I travel and do gallery exhibitions as well as murals. I have one life to live and no fucks to give. By the grace of God, I've dodged many bullets and have no children. (Matrix Style).

I was born in California, but am Mexican to the core. To this day both of my parents barley speak english and I go back to the motherland as often as I can. There's alotta cool shit to do in Mexico. The above picture was taken at a Dope ass bar, deep in the arteries of Mexico, when I was drinkin' with the home girl D, I got super fucked up (faded) that night and walked to the crash pad as the sun was coming up. My grimpa said, "Don't walk around the streets at night, cus the drug lords will kidnap you" (In a Spanish mumbled voice), so we chilled and drank til sunrise. Gotta follow Grimpas Advice. Drink til sunrise as they do sometimes everywhere. I later digitally modified the picture cus it makes it look dope. I use the word Dope alot, cus it's a Dope word to use. Mexico is fucken dope!

Rabbits, Bunnies, and Conejos

Spray Paint and Paint Pen on 228's.

I developed this series of Stencils based on some paintings I did back in 2010. The paintings were exhibited at a gallery called •Arte Americas•  This a 5 layer stencil and the image is created using spray paint. It is THE RABBIT, since it's my Chinese Zodiac and that shit can be scary accurate. I'm alot more cautious now about doing graffiti since I was arrested for it back in 2008. I try to stick to paid mural commissions and gallery stuff. They had someone follow me and I was stupid and I didn't run when the two cop cars pulled up on me, I was surrounded. (Shoulda fucken booked it Omar). The guy pointed at me n said, "Hey you, come here" I ignored him and kept walking but there were two cop cars n both the dudes were walking towards me with their hands on their hip. One from the front n one from behind. So I stopped they searched me, locked me in a room, then lied to me.  Originally the charges were 17 felonies and 32 misdemeanors, but since I was goin to school at the time, the judge dropped it to 1 misdemeanor and 3 counts. It could have been alot worse. (What they tell you to take the judges deal) - Sketchy ass dumb face Public Pretender Fucker. $2,000 Dollars was the fine, four days was the wait period and it was "only" one year probation. The charges were trespassing on private property, destruction of private property, destruction of public property & a bunch of other random shit I can remember. (I'll Find the minute order and post it someday maybe). There's more to the story but ill break it down another time. Anyways, these are rabbits, and street art is the sport of choice.

Addicted to Social Media

Lately I've become addicted to Social Media. I like Facebook but I Mostly use Instagram. I stayed off it for the longest cus it's gotten me in trouble a few times in the past. Mostly I like to put ❤'s on pictures of gorgeous women in little clothing preferably shakin it and other dope artists doin their thing.

 Being an Artist is way different then your  average 9-5 job. It's a grind and a hustle, but if you have the skill and work ethic I highly recommend it. It's alot of networking and will power, but if you love what your doin, your Mondays will blur into the other days. Make your own schedule, do what you want when you want .Get Down and Get Props all while expanding your mind to dope music.