Don't Call Me an Artist


Banksy – Haight Street, San Francisco


This Banksy hit showed up over the weekend. I nabbed these pics on Sunday.


Corked at a Wine Bar

Image courtesy of Mr. T in DC

I still have two paintings left to finish in the series on which I'm working. Two. That's it!

Regardless, I felt compelled to take the next step even though I wasn't quite ready. A friend of mine who used to work at a gallery advised me to cater my submission to the venue I was approaching. He said to make it formal if I were submitting to a gallery, but that it might be better to just stroll into a local joint, painting in hand, and simply inquire. Today, I attempted the later.


Half Done

I got a bit side-tracked with Banksy being in town and all (new pics soon), but I did finish half of my first series: 'Me Playing God'. The image above is one of my favorites, and the shot below is of all six 'life' paintings. I'll post detailed shots when the whole series is finished (tomorrow?).


Banksy Hits San Francisco – Chinatown Peace and Love

Peace and Love... Equals Healthcare?

Banksy hit San Francisco last night.

There's been speculation that he's in town for his movie premiere, Exit Through The Gift Shop. I was fortunate enough to see a pre screening of the movie, and it damn near changed my life. Seriously, it's one of the best movies I've seen in months, and convinced me to go all in on this fantastic art adventure.


Series of 12 – Number One

The above picture is the first painting in a series of twelve. I'm hoping to finish it up by the end of this week (only 3 days left!).

I think I'll call it "Me Playing God".

I need to figure out how to take better photos of my work. I'm sure that's important for the submission process...

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And So It Begins

I turned in my two weeks notice over a month ago. No, I didn't have another job lined up. No, one of my many malnourished ideas didn't suddenly get venture funding. No, I didn't win the lottery or have a rich aunt die. I quit because the time commitment at work began to routinely crest over 70 hours per week. I quit because there wasn't much recognition. I quit because there weren't any promotions or pay raises anywhere in site.

I quit because I wanted to.