Friday, December 30, 2011
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Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
KEY WEST
I sailed alone from L.A to Key West in the early 90's. While there I did some mural work inside Rum Runners. Recently going thru some old photos I came across these shots. I scaned them to show to someone but decided to share them here with you, now.
Israel was the local/nightly reggae musican
It was there and then I became famous as a street performance artist. I'd dress up like someone who did to much acid in 68. I'd stand still and pretend I was a statue till someone got to close then scare the shit out of them as in the bottom photo. That is my daughter Sabrina Ann who visited me in the top photo.
FALL
In 1987 I had gone back East. I was painting in a restaurant called, Cafe Einstien on Race St. in Phill. Pa.
I was up in a sky light when the ladder slipped. I broke both arms. The left elbow was crushed. A piece of bone got lost. I had three operations and was in casts for a year.
The last was the worst. They put a cast around my center and a stick held my left arm out. I planted a flag in it. My Dad and the bitch he was married too kicked me out like that.
I ended up living in a car in Wildwood, N.J. where a benevolent Jew helped me out and let me draw on his pier. Another one bought him out and started charging me rent.
COPPER WITCH
The Copper Witch
Back in the 70's when I was living in the Highland Park section of L.A. I use to hang out at my friends
antique/second hand store on York Blvd. His name was Ed Dudley. I called him the Duke of York. Recently I came across some old photo's. This is me outside his store right after I painted it.
PARIS
I was in Paris in 1999. I worked with the other street artist down along the Siene next Notre Dame. Money was scarse. I ended up getting in a street fight with some Arabs.
I forget his name but he is the guy in the top picture with the long coat on. It was a cold slow day. We had gone thru two bottles of wine when these Arab guys came along.
His easel and paints were next to the river. For Gawd knows what reason they threw it into the river. Here was a guy who barely had enuff money for a room that night and these assholes threw is only means of making a buck into the river.
I thought that sucked. There were three of them and only me. I grab one of them and turned him around and kicked him twice in the nuts. They knocked me down and the three of them were kicking me. I wasn't finished. I had a razor in my pocket. I managed to slash one of them in the leg and they ran off. I lost my Capt's hat in the scuffle.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
HALF EYE
I came across some slides the other day of old work.
This piece was one of my more successful efforts in the
early 70's
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