this year, 2007?, i have worked on spraypainting, topped by clean lines, as new bold street expressions, hearkening graffiti kids of the modern era, especially SAMO & the more poetical crews...

i still am uncovering faceless monsters/anthropomorphs that exist to pose in the voided scrim - singular entities which grab my imagination, tell a narrative of the deep earth, of the deeper answers... i think henry moore delved into this soup...

whether i call this shit mexican-american chico chicano seattle-ist blind-in-one-eye art, or products of this waystation in my Life of Vying & Searching, i havent a clue...

at this point, i just DO --- jump on the path, follow the wierd calling, surrender further to the force pulling me through...

isn't that what obscure, balding 40 year-old artists do? really, i want to know...

july 2, 2007
seattle USA