A Whole New World...

...a dazzling place I never knew... But now from way up here, its crystal clear

Shoreline Village

Black and white pictures

Huntington Beach

Empty House

Downtown Fullerton

Newport Beach

Balboa Beach

Laguna Beach

San Diego

Summer Concerts

LA

Melrose

Santa Monica

Sunset Beach

Venice Beach

Manhattan Beach

Redondo Beach

Pasadena

Echo Mountain

Kayaking

San Francisco

Vegas

Mexico

Dallas
San Francisco
Waikiki
Chicago
NYC
Miami
D.C.
Toronto
Puerto Vallarta
Rio de Janeiro
Havana
Iquitos
Kingston
Paris
London
Barcelona
Amsterdam
Brussels
Rome
Athens
Casablanca
Istanbul
Cairo
Kuala Lumpur
Singapore
Bangkok
Delhi
Beirut
Manila
Tokyo
Beijing
Bora-Bora
Sydney

Google It

"Bilderberg Conspiracy"

Anywho... I am so tired. There's nothing to do right now because I have no catering orders, and there's nothing to do at home. I don't feel like drawing, so here I am.

Well, I thought I should just put this out there:
If it wasn't for you, I would've succumb to the devil inside of me. I already feel myself slowly giving in. You've always kept me grounded. Now what...?

Bargh.

He Gave Me His Shoulders, His Words Were Very Nice.

I don't have my glasses or anything on so bear with me :)

I started drawing again. There's something so discreet yet so straightforward about the concept of visual art and what it does for the soul. A person can be extraordinarily articulate, but words are locked up in the cages of language, culture, misinterpretation, restrictions and consequences; words can only travel certain distances. The way I see it, as opposed to pictures "painting a thousand words," pictures paint a single, unified vision.

It's nearly impossible for me to verbally express the emotions and situations that have knocked on my door recently. There's a feeling, some sort of creature, living inside of me that's been pounding on the walls of my chest, dying to jump out and yell and scream and express all that it is. That creature made its way onto the pages of my sketch book. :P