Out Of Order

This girl said can i have some of your bananna. JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJ (spanish laugh)

A bunch of pictures explain later

The above piece is just manipulating shapes into letters. Basic borring grafitti typography fresh off the top of the dome.


The Below piece is what I really want to get into. The Charachters name is D.I.S. or just Dis. (Acronymn short paraphrrased fuck for the thing). DRUG INDUCED SCHITZOPHRENIA. The easy way to describe it is.... well, you know that one friend that took too many drugs and isolated himself so the next time yoou saw him you were like, "who the fuck are you." That was me, it still kind of is sometimes. Apparently i still have this "Mental Disorder" ( which i think is a derrogittorry term but anyways. I think it should be referred to as mentally gifted, mentally advanced. something else. Study the brain and youll kinda get it. Back to what i was saying tho. This developed schitzophrenia caused by the break down of the filter that processes psychoactive chemicals. Apparently it has triggers and Ive had it for a long fucking time, like a long long fucking time. Writing about it and talking to the few people i allow close to me kind of helps me understand it better and cope i guess. I flipped the fuck out this weekend (almost laughs and crys at the same time) cus i get this demented thing when tears start to come out of my eyes i start laughing like a mad man on meth or some shit. The people that have seen me do it understand how strange, anyways, whatever the fuck. its wierd right, theres this thing about maybe schitzophrenia being genetically a combination of 8 dna strands rather than one inherent gene. I dont even wanna type about this shit anymore. FUUUUCCCCKKKK. But its okay it helps. So this charachter, I developed him as a way to portray my experiences in a creative way without having to relive and reactivate those wires in my brain. Its like scary virgin mary right. i plan to develop a series and whooopty whooop.

Much love and shouts the fuck (like in a good way) out to my professors. I can tell that Im great because when we do classrooom critiques ( presentation of individual works in fron of the clasrooom). And then its my turn, always when its my turn, people chewing their cheese and crackers stop.... THEY MAUFUCKEN STOP CHEWING TO HEAR ME SPEAK. Im the quietest motherfucker in classroooms, i always have been since a youngin. But anyways Im up to the plate, bases loaded and tension floating in the room. And BAAAAMMMM. Here come the praises compliments, jealous eyes, confusion by the complexity of the composition, I can see it in the eyes of my peers, theyre lookin like, where the fuck did this guy come from, What is he on? Well, i kinda was on alot of stuff this past semester, but thats another story. LIKE I KNOW IM DOPE RIGHT. Like the professors will stay quiet and wait for students to respond and no one has shit to say about anyones pieces. Then i go and theres so much to say and be said. Professsors mind blown til their jaws drop. Anyways whatever, i learned how to be dope from the inside motherfucking out. Not doin all this gay asss fed ex store book steal like an artist faggot shit. I jackofff n fucking cum on that book every morning before lunch cus i dont know what the fuck breakfast is supposed to be lying foood pyramid. I told one of my professors hes like, "thats a great book" and i get it, i see the theft and redundancy and all that gay shit in the art realm. BUT THE ONES I RESPECT!!!! are the ones pioneering the contemporary arts movements, and im not there yet, but i will be, and god damn sooon thats for damn sure. I want this more than a person having an asthma attack wants to breathe, and it will manifest because ill stop at nothing and for no one in the way to obtain this goal. ANYWAYS FUCK YOUR STUPID BOOK AND YOU GAY ASS COCK SUCKING WEENIE MOUTH FULL MOTHERFUCKERS that think that art is just like, if i steal sneakily enough, no one will notice. jajajajajaja. "I am not impressed with your performance" once said the legendary GSP. I see yall steeling art and tryna pass it off as your own standing by it all proud like, yeah, i did this. LIEin asss. anyways, its called plagerism n you pussys should be ashamed of yourselves and feel shun for whatever. I know it when i see it, AND YOU PLAIN AND SIMPLY IS JUST WEAK SON.

But yeah, the philosiphy for me is just like come with it fresh off the top of the dome, or dont cum at all. Same concept as within hip hop right, its cool to nreference a classic song, but dont jock a style invented by someone else and try to say you come with it, cus you dont, youre just replicating what your idols did. You can only go so far in the game that way, youll get to the point where someone will see it and be like, weak. I heard it, i seent it, said matheson on pineapple express. its like. yeah bruh, anyways. DIS is the shit. I apoligize in advanced if i come off arrogant as fuck or ego inflated, and maybe i am some times. so the fuck what. I know what i bring to the table n a lotta foooze bring crums next to what i bring. Stop tryna do whats been done, blaze your own trail. Anyways thats enough about those useless types.

I bring the noise and yo weak ass bring static. Cant even stay on beat and the most bars you've ever had was when you was behind em.


Big fish in a small pond concept but wat... just watch like the one you no longer wear, just check your phone and watch. Ima be makin it in the Ocean. Watch.

This is me pissing on a tree at a park, as i often do when I'm full of liquids and need to metabolize and breakdown the sugars.

The draft for DIS'S background

Me pissing at another place at a different point in time. I dont know what that thing by my foot is officer, i swear to God it was already there, n the he asks, "What God", and i say pick one, theyre all the same, that just happened in my head. LOL, cus its not good to dwell on negativity but i think its important to think worse case scenarios just in case, know your escapee routes fence jumping night crawling writers.

The best tacos in the World, thats all i have to say. (Drops microphone and walks away)

This one i enjoy a great deal. You needa pass the time somehow in Fresno county jail. lol. And if you did the crime and you is broke, dont be no bitch, sit there and think about what youve done. I see you bitch ass niggehs all scared n shit, calling your moms friends and uncles telling them to take out loans and shit to bail your weenie ass out. Just man the fuck up, act all hard on the outside but you all soft and mushy the second you get inside those walls huh. lol. Its like fucking camp for adults bruh, the world aint gonna be that different when you get out, youll figure it out, unless you have a long sentencing, you have money or were wrongfully accused, but you know the type im talking about. jajajajajajaja (laughs in spanish). Anways, Mexican Rehab is way worse than American Jail, they have issus keeping the homeless population out, cus jail is a 5 start hotel in America compared to rehab in mexico. Prison is another animal i guess. I hope i never go, Jail is cake tho. Just fucking have it and eat it. But i hear they got phones drugs n abuncha cool shit in some prisons tooo, reguardless fuck that sghit. Fear the major laws or theyll lock you upn n throw away the key n youll never come out the same.... i think.... maybe?
 But yeah, i did that drawing in jail; or whatever, If you have art skills, youll be grubbin soups n drinking cadillacs n shit. But the food tho, Im almost sure it has sedatives or something in it. But the homies loved  that i was drawin pussys n stuff. Homeboy was all like, " youre fucking dirty bro, they wont even lt me play softball, youre fucking dirty bro, I bet theyll let you play softball." lol. (Referring to the local adult team league.) Anyways, Lesvian Lovers in pencil outta my head no photo reference, you have nothing but time in there bro. Play cards and master your art skills. But she lickin the butthoe tho. She must love her lover. (Partner or whatever the kids are calling it these days).

This ones dope too. Like in art school it kind of de sensitizes you to nudity I think, like this girl ? lady whatever, she was not bad looking at all, she was all lying down nwe were in a semi circle around the room just like drawing and painting her. Not on her but u know, painting her. ANYWAYS SHE LOOKED KINDA LIKE THIS PAINTING BUT A LITTLE MORE SKIN TONEISH. btw, WHATS UP WITH ALL MY PHOTOGRAPHY HOMIES THO, (damnit hit caps lock n didnt realize it) no time for editing tho. Yeah, i need some high resolution megapixelated versions of this painting, cus its far larger than it appears on your screen. And here its a square, instagram n tumblr square format havin ass. lol. Im always loling inmy head for reasons unknown. But yeah, the girl was pretty, i was on stuff for part of the process, the painting came out dope. Live models are the best. (Keep it professional tho you know) maybe sometinmes winky face it depends.

These tits pith the towl wrapped in watercolor paper.

She Likes to Ride the dick.... Thats the name of the painting, get it... shes riding the dick. That one wet on wet control the water on your paper type. ___ Collab with DLC, youre a fuckin badass if youre reading this, and even if no one knows hopes or cares, youre still a fucking badass in my invisible book. U know whats up. You is dope on so many artistic levels.

Another one from jail above in pencil off the noggin with that pull it to side memory cus aint nobody got time to be gettin all naked, just get in get out and on your way, that my be her slogan. You dont know that.

This guy... Fuckin Malacracio just hanging out party time in downtoen.

The Lying Third Eye or Third Eye Lion, depending on if you speak Spanish or speak backwards, english on the tip of the tounge like (lalalalalalalal) n spanish being the equivalent to cursive, english the red headed step child that looks like a frantic jouornal of a tragic rockstar. Fuckin languages and the study of their developments, anyways, its all here say for the now okay, i might say the opposite yesterday.

Zebras, sketches for a greater image, but i only seen zebras at the chaffee zoo, no one on my street is allowed to have one. Butb you can have an annoying ass loud ass barking ass dog. I love dogs, Im just sayin yall shoulda left the buffallo alone. You know?

The young hungry lion, its a concept used as a phrase and he has a face in his mane bitch!!!

Fucking class, this nocturnal shift working on this painting was hell, im telling you, when i spend too much time alone and i work, the schitzophrenia creeps in. I know its only a small to moderate amount based on the group therapy sessions years ago post rehab, hanging out n telling stories with crazy george (careful with the guns and lawn moing next time) and being born with schitzophrenia poor guy. poor family. Poor world. Poor you if you believe some guy in the sky created someone since birth to be that way, why, for what. Its scientifically mystical muh du. Anyways not george but other homeboy had it bad, n i hope thats not how i look and act when im outta my head and into the... well, i guess thats kinda how i get sometimes, but not since birth. i worked hard to develop this mental hyper capability they wanna put a cap on with pills but whatever.

Details of DIS on canvas, his shirt as it developed

Prints from MezzoTint, mezzo tint is dope. I talk about that another time.Damn, the sun is rising already and i was having so much fun unwinding, almost time to sleep. Its normal i guess, the sun is always rising somewhere, Pero la vida es larga y manana sale el sol - o.k.

Same print different shit.

I think the image speaks for itself, even if you cant read words or a language, visual art is universal and transcends language. Illlet DIS talk About DIS. Hes grown enough to explain himself.

These lil dudes, theyre just lil dudes, they didnt exist in my head before i put them on the paper, they develop out of a natural sense of design. a creative building rocess you can say.

Old shit that got stolen and dope shit

So this is one of my favorite paintings I ever did its black oil paint and watercolor. The faggot that stole it dosent have the decency to admit it but we both know when we make eye contact and he does that sketch look away, I just wanted pictures anyways but fuck it, no love lost every day holds a new dawn. It was painted from 2002 to 2005 while I was a drug addicted teenager. It was just for exercise and amusement at the time, making Suns and moons pass in my hole in the wall paradise and hell I couldn't escape if I wanted to. Well I kinda did but then the police caught us in Santa Cruz two weeks in. Anyways, yeah, my first art mentor said paint whatever the fuck you want, so I did. I've heard it been said that everything an artist creates is a self portrait. You put a little of your soul in it. An accurate reflection of the times.

A portrait of my grandfather, this was also stolen, the only one I would want back. Why would you want a painting of someone else's grandpa that smokes like a train since the age of 12 in no man's land middle of Mexico. Why? 

The world's fastest 7 legged dinosaur. He can be seen at the mushroom races. Brought to you by Nike.

This homeless man hit the jackpot when he found these super mutated extra hormone steroid apples. We need more of these.

Another cliche image of breaking into the aseastic field through hallucinogenic substances.

Prismacolour

Same as the one above

Only one person has ever liked the one below. It trips me out how people have different things that draw them to an image.

My mother's garden

Prisma

All of this is coming from a place of struggling to be sober again, I fucken hate withdrawals n shit, you gotta stay busy and active so your mind dosent eat you alive but the rollercoaster is inevitable.

This one's all bic pen there's alotta hidden stuff in there.

Jimi

Playing with positive and negative space making both one for the other. You see the warm objects or cold.

That foo from the Simpsons.

More things that exist but we can't see even though they're very much present and affect us in more ways than you can imagine.

Elephant stencil, 1 of 1000

Soccer, cus it's good cardio

This watercolor piece is more specific in that it deals with meth addiction. Also created in high school not really knowing what I was doing but it reflected my state of being, " malito".

Francis Farmer, Kurt said she would have her revenge. A model from the 50s that killed herself.

Good v.s. evil cliche concept original shit all day, can't stand no copying art ass good, I mean it's coo if it's a hobbbie u know, that's how we all learn, but i just kick it from my head u know what I'm saying I can do that.

Welcome to Mendota

Art school is dumb but I've still been there on n off for 10 years. The people are coo but the concepts are old and outdated. We needa shatter the mold.

How the war was won

City of God, just cus I hadda do it for a class in oils, film still assignment, but people that really know what's up know that most people can do this. It brings nothing to the table other than being aesthetically pleasing for someone rich enough to buy it.

Grima, at least they didn't steal you. Rip she passed away in 94.

Jesus cus my momma hella loves this guy, like more than my dad. I think he was a dope person and meant well but 2000+ years later still only supposedly the 3rd most influential human being to ever walk the face.

Im Still Alive

You know you're doing well in life when you go to class one day and your professor tells you multiple times, "I'm glad you're still alive Omar"

Anyways found all these pictures of stuff I drew n stuff I did. 

Mexico

Me, Pancho, n Ricky show gun from left to right 2014 I'm guessing

Charcoal n gel pen drawing I gifted to a girl who dates my cousin and really wanted it. I gave it to her cus she had the balls to ask for it. The god honest truth is I have way too much work in storage gathering wrinkles getting folded bent and lost tossed around gaining holes I'll call texture. I don't own walls to hang the work on and it's become overwhelming clutter. I'm an artist not a salesman, I lost that mask a while ago and I can't find the switch in the dark. I need to find a bunch of rich people who have walls so they can trade me hash coins, or real coins for these stories and traces of man trapped in the pigment. As gay and arts n all that dumb shit as it sounds, when you buy art you're taking a part of someone's soul, a time period in their lives emotions whatever the fuck. I'm sure someone ca n word it better. The other day I needed a ride and I gave away 3 original pieces of art for a ride home. The one person who pulled thru when nobody else would, I was all like, yo, I ain't got no money but I'll pay you in art. The city buses won't take you to the country. Anyways. I forgot where this all started.

Tits, that's it, just tits, there's nothing more too it, no profound justification or contribution to the socio political conversation. More of a self portrait typa thing, u know, like van goughs starry night.

 Fresno hookers

The homie packing heat

Gay ass selfie

Mexico Mural

Watercolor n acrylic gay self portrait 2 cus the camera changed the game therefore there is no need for one to reflect on the self when we can print the mirror

Psycho logistics

This one meant alot at one point

For exercise and amusement, the craziest thugs always wear pink and purple track suits and target practice daily