Gustosphere

2010-09-21T14:43:00.000-07:00

Tryangles 4 Fly-Lo

All Girl Prep Choir Sings "Btches Aint Sht"!

2010-08-27T17:52:00.000-07:00

Spellbinding

XZIBIT "What U See is What U Get" | Music Video

2010-08-19T11:05:00.000-07:00

2010-08-19T10:40:00.000-07:00

Something...

2010-05-17T17:59:00.000-07:00

HERE IS A LIL' SOMETHIN' I WHIPPED

UP IN A COUPLE DAYS, DURING SOME DOWN TIME AT WORK. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. MAYBE I SHOULD DO SOMETHING WITHOUT THE AAMG IN IT. HMMM...

Love-Love: This is Tennis Country

2010-04-30T16:16:00.000-07:00

My latest work.

Love-Love: This is Tennis Country.

Enjoy...

AAMG

2010-03-22T17:26:00.000-07:00

Maybe finished with this little dish... Not sure. That's the difficulty of being an artist... Knowing when to cut it off. I still feel like it can be soooo much better than it is now. I like it anyway.

2009-11-16T13:13:00.000-08:00

Just had this lil' number printed(first image). Came out okay...going to have it re-printed, and a couple other designs done on a different stock. Printing is usually a letdown. Oh well, life is good. Some other designs I might go with...

That darn cat!

2009-10-15T19:55:00.000-07:00

Kinda wanna make this

my business card...

Does anyone even

use business cards

anymore?

The text layout isn't

set in stone, but

like

the

design.

Ronnie Rizzzzzocket

2009-10-14T18:22:00.000-07:00

Screen jacked this from some David Lynch related doc, he posted on Twitter today. Needless to say, I like it very much... Wish I created it!

I Go BIG mon!

2009-07-13T15:18:00.000-07:00

This is the Photoshop rendering of the backyard of my house. I measured and measured and finally created an accurate layout for designing a pond I plan on creating in the back. It goes where it says "POND". : ) Had an AWESOME concrete guy out on Saturday, with whom I really hit it off. He seemed smart, capable and most importantly enthusiastic and thoughtfully exuberant about the planning of the pond. He would say, "This is a GREAT house you got here, and go into thought... A smile would emerge and he'd say, "This is gonna look GRRRRRRREAT!" Ok so he didn't say it like Tony the Tiger, but his name was Mike and I hope he'll give me a fair bid, and do an incredible job. I'm doing a lot of outdoor improvements on the crib this summer, and one thing I'm learning is that when you go, go big. Like in all aspects of life... Do it awesome! The pond I'm designing will be nothing to sneeze at, which I don't understand as a saying, but nevertheless you will not sneeze at my pond. Or in it. Fish gotta stay healthy! As a matter of fact, I'll fuck you up if you sneeze in my pond and give you the "ol' bootski" as they say in Northeast Los Angeles between avenues 43 and 57. Who wan come test me now mon? Anyway, I'm really excited to have a pond and fish in my backyard. I'm also excited that I'm going big with it all. When it's all said and done, my house will be an absolute dream for the next happy owners. Go big!

Fight fans watch out!

2009-03-12T09:38:00.000-07:00

I CUT THIS TEASER FOR A BUDDY OF MINE, WHO MADE A FEATURE-LENGTH DOCUMENTARY ON THE MIXED-MARTIAL ARTS SCENE IN THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST. IT'S A GREAT MOVIE, AND AN EVEN BETTER TEASER. ; )

CHECK OUT MATTHEW HICKNEY AND HIS WORK HERE: www.myspace.com/chokeproductions

2009-01-15T11:09:00.000-08:00

This was the scene at Mom Dukes crib over the Holidays. I love the snow, but when you can't go anywhere for a few days, you may get a little stir crazy. I did. Be careful what you wish for... I pleaded with the gods for snow...and they obliged. THANKS GODS! I didn't mean a FOOT of snow and shitty driving conditions. If I wanted that, I'd visit Cambodia during the summer solstice. Anyway, I'll be sure to be more specific next time I ask you for anything. Watching the snow fall was nice, and I recommend it to anyone and everyone, especially whilst sipping a nice red or some Makers on the rocks. And you know what happens when that wine starts flowing... I start thinking to myself ... ahhh Tacoma. When going home to Tacoma there is always such a weird phenomenon that takes place between myself and the town I grew up in. It's almost as if Tacoma is human or even a female, whom I'm in a relationship with. I long to visit, but when I get there it treats me like shit. I stick around hoping things will change, but they never do so I leave. But when I leave I always get this strange feeling that Tacoma actually has feelings, and now it feels saddened and rejected by my departure. Like any hot/cold, love/hate relationship, I think that's the strange bond you're supposed to develop with your hometown. If everything was perfect, you'd stay forever. Maybe Tacoma knows I love another place and it shows me the mercy from having to make a difficult decision... Sorry, the runner at my work, the homie Andrew distracted me with discussions of baldheads and nothingness.
Anyway, this blog goes out to my hometown, Tacoma, Washington aka T-Town, Tac-Town, The Dirty Taco, as my buddy Steffen likes to call it, and many other names I'm sure. Tacoma, I thank you for raising me with such incredible compassion, diversity and hard knocks. I had it good growing up thanks to my unbelievable Mother, but it wasn't hard finding those hard knocks I speak of. They we're all around. Especially for the curious little adolescent that I was. All I can ask of you at this point Tac, is to keep my family and friends who still call you home safe, and please keep treating me like shit because I don't want to come back. I feel the reason you treat me so is to keep me focused. Never stop remembering, but never look back. Maybe I'm like your son who you shoved off to Phoenix then LA, and as much as you'd like me home, you're proud of your son, and you know there's a greater purpose for me. I must be vain to think my city thinks of me like this or maybe this is the strange reality I create for myself to keep me pushing forward. Whichever it is, this is not only my life, but this stream of conciousness I call a blog is probably one of the most ridiculously disjointed and self absorbed thoughts I've written in three days.

MY FIRST CRIB

2008-12-18T13:18:00.000-08:00

This is a shot of my first home in Highland Park, which is a neighborhood just outside of downtown LA, and Pasadena. If you look closely in the corner, you'll spot my technologically advanced hybrid transportation device from the future, which I use to pick up...the ladies. Picking up these lovely, twinkling rays of sunshine is easy when one is so fortunate as to have such high quality machinery parked in his driveway, and looks bearing a striking resemblance to Cuba Gooding Jr.