Pisces star map birthday card.
a certain souvenir
a good picture is equivalent to a good deed
Still life of shit in my room. I call it “Still Life Of Shit In My Room”. Blade on Bladers.
Phases of the birthday cake. Like the moon. It’s science yo.
Birthday card for a special Gato. We went bowling. No one scored over 140 points. But someone did score a 69. So chill.
My friends are alright. This one gal pal, she’s got the most dreamy dimples I have ever seen. I mean really, they are amazing; they have the ability to melt the most iciest ice icebergy hearts…anyways… She got a spontaneous (and slightly boozy) tattoo. Well, her third tattoo to be exact. And what is it of? Her favorite condiment, Grey Poupon.
Not only does this dimpled babe love Grey Poupon, but she also loves plants. She happened to give me a scrumptious succulent in an empty Grey Poupon jar. So, to show her my appreciation for the green gift and to celebrate her tattoo, I thought I would paint her a picture.
Thanks for the plant in a jar and happy tattoo!
I recently went for a late night donut run. Needless to say, it was awesome. The last time I got a donut, it ended with my friend asking me if I would think less of her if we pulled off the freeway so she could puke. Just to clarify, she was not puking because of the donut.
Anyways, go nuts for donuts.
Giving gifts to my mom is interesting. I have given her artwork for various holidays that she does her best Mommy-loves-everything-her-little-one-makes performance but I can tell she doesn’t really like it. Other times, I’ll paint something from our travels for no one in particular and before I can even realize it’s missing, it is framed and hanging in a hallway at home.
From an oil painting of the Buddha in Kamakura, Japan, to an ink sketch of a window in the Lake District in England, here are the paintings that have made the cut.
A group of us decided camping would be the best way to explore the White Cliffs of Dover in the UK. We miraculously packed all our necessities into our JanSport and L.L.Bean backpacks from 9th grade, hoped on a train, and walked through the lush green countryside for a few miles until we made it to the campground. Once the tents were set up, we needed to get some supplies; wine. And some food for dinner or whatever.
After a few more miles in a slight drizzle, we explored the towns of Deal and Sandwich. Yes, the town is really named Sandwich. In Deal, we had THE BEST FISH AND CHIPS I’VE EVER HAD EVER EVER at this little place across from the water. A few more miles later, we found a grocery store and bought some wine and sausages to cook over the campfire. On the long walk back to the campground, we found a pub and had a few pints. And then some more.
When we got back to the campsite, it was dark and everything was wet. Because it’s always wet in England. We attempted to start a fire but alas, the wood was wet. And we were drunk. So we couldn’t cook the meal we had bought for dinner that night. So what were we to do? Drink the wine! Successful camping trip indeed.
This painting is of the the view we had while eating THE BEST FISH N CHIPS EVERRRR. I gave it to my PIC (Partner In Crime) as a memory of the BEST FISH N CHIPS.
Getting me some aloha on the beautiful island of Kauai. After finishing this painting of Poipu beach, I realized I was late to dinner (my mom waits for no man) so I hastily approached a woman sitting behind me and said “Hi, I just painted this and would like you to have it.” The woman said “Oh thank you very much! This is a wonderful gift!”
A wonderful gift. Yeah, that made me feel pretty good.
I’ve noticed a lot of people talking about their bucket lists (a la Pinterest). From skinny dipping to seeing the pyramids to learning how to play a piano, dude that’s all great and good.
But at the top of my bucket list, is to watch for falling buckets.
