RECENT WORK 3/31/13

 

 

 

 

 

 

ALF

POLAROIDS

I was homeless for eight years from 1980 to 1988.

The last year was the worst. I ask God to give me a break.  That was a misstake.  I broke both arms in a fall while working in a restaurant called Cafe Einstien on Race St. in Philladelphia.  I ended up living in a car in Wildwood N.J.

 

These first three shots were taken in Wildwood in 1988

The other two were taken at Venice Beach in Calif.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was up in a sky light.  I had put down a plastic drop cloth.  It slipped.  In the emergency room they put a tube up my nose.  It was supposed to suck blood from my stomach.  They turned it the wrong way and I vomited a gyser of blood.  Next they sed they were gonna' put a tube in my penis.  I told them, "no your not".  Thats when the fight started as I tried to get off the table.

 

They'll kick you when your down.  Ended up living in a car in Wildwood, N.J.  A Jewish guy helped me work on a pier doing qwick sketches and portraits.  He sold it to another Jewish guy who wanted money.  I left and returned to Calif.

 

I had been thru three operations.  In the last one as you can see in the pictures they put a cast around my mid-section and stuck my arm out.  I planted an American flag on it.

 

Couldn't wash.  Couldn't get clean.  If screaming would have helped I would have done it.  I scuzzed out so to speak.

 

When I got to Calif. I went to the V.A. and told them....you take it off (the cast) or I will.  A week later I came into a big chunk of money, bought a bag of weed, took my daughter to dinner and never looked back.

 

 



POLAROID

Here's a polaroid that got photoshoped

 



POLYGAMY

LEGALIZE POLYGAMY

 

If gays can marry why not grant

 

FREEDOM OF CHOICE

 

Make it equal for men and women.

You can have as many partners as you

want.  Granted that would inevitably lead to conflicts...but

 

according to Sec. of State John Kerry

American's have a right 2B

stupied

 

And while were on the subject in the

interest of zero waste let's

 

LEGALIZE NECROPHILIA

 



MEAT LICENSE

 

Our so called government tells us that driving is a privelege.  Privelege is something you grant to children and prisoners, not soveriegn individuals.

 

If it's such a privelege why is it granted to illegal aliens that break the law to get into the country?

 

How about a license to

 

EAT MEAT

 

Think of the revenue stream that would create.

To obtain this license you would have to kill and prepare the animal you wanted to eat.  If it was beef you'd have to kill a cow, a chicken, goat, pig, rabbit etc.  You'd have to show your license even to get a burger at Micky D's.

If your license was for beef, no chicken or pork
allowed.  Maybe there could be a generic license, but it would be very expensive.

 

A license could be for six months, or six years depending on how much you wanted to spend.

 

Betcha' there'd be a sudden stream of vegetarians.

Think of what a dent it would make in terms of carbon footprint.  Less cows farting into the atmsophere.  Less carbon from trucks delivering meat to markets and restaurants.  Mexico could make a comeback and provide work for the illegals by growing vegetables.

 

WIN - WIN

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AZZBERRI PAWK

RUFUS

RUFUS

 

...does the shore thing...!!

 

 

See the hole thing on

 

You-tube

Channel>

 

ARTS LIBERATION FRONT

 



EARTH FLAG

 

One night I turned on the T.V.  Nightline with Ted Koppel was on.  I don't know about you but I always considered Nightline to be a government propaganda organ.

 

Ted was very excited.  It's not often ted got excited.  I thought this might be interesting so I took some herbal supplement to enhance the experience.

 

Seems Ted had a guy on the program that said, "aliens" from outer space were already here.  I took a long, slow, deliberate hit.  The reason we couldn't see them is because they are so small.  I exhaled and thought, what are microbes ?

 

Ted brings someone on who repeats, they're here.  Then they showed animations of the earth's crust cooling.  It showed meteorites crashing into the earth and throwing off debries.  Then they show the same thing happening to other planets, implieing that the earth could have been seeded by cast off debries.

 

Then someone at NASA coughed on a mirror.  The germs survived the radiation of space travel, thus proving life can travel in space and survive.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing and took another hit.

 

Then the guest sez;....if we are the only intelligent life in the universe, then we should populate it.

 

That was it I thought  The beginning of the end.  Sounded like a moral justification for manifest destiny.  Ask the indians about that.

 

Imagine what it would be like if that happened, say in a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years.  Would earth be known as "mother earth"?  Would the people who lived there be called "first earthers".  Then I thought of this.  First earther sez;  Earth first, don't pollute the universe.

 

Being an artist I thought we would need a sign or a symbol to signify "us".

 

I thought earth is known as the blue planet.  I concieved a design at the most basic level of communication, shape and color.

 

It was a blue circle representing earth, on a black background representing space.

 

Think...!!!

 

ONE PLANET -  ONE PEOPLE

 

Were all in the same boat

BORN AGAIN

 

 

 

BORN AGAIN

 

My ex-wife tried to prevent me from becoming an artist by absorbing my time and energies with her projects.  She knew I didn't like crowds.  In spite of that she wanted me to take her and my daughter to Knott's Berry Farm in Anahiem, Calif. on Easter

Sunday 1976.

 

Numbers freaks should note 1976 was the bi-centennial of the United States.  I declined.

 

Easter Sunday is the day Jesus rose from the dead and was "born again".  I woke up with a splitting headache and a horrible hangover.  My intention had been to paint but I was in no condition to do that.

I decided to clean up and/or organize the garage which I was using as a studio.

 

The first thing I did was move a piece of sculpture.  I immeadiately got a very strong sensation that "that was where it belonged".  I moved something else and again got the same sensation.  I started moving stuff around.  I went nuts.  Before it was over I would touch and/or move everything in the garage.

 

I re-organized stuff.  I took a pulley and some wire and fixed it so the bird cage would lower when the garage door was opened.  When it was closed the bird cage would go up hi enuff so the cat couldn't get it.

 

I put all the pretty stuff together.  The picture above is the final result.  When they came home they thought I was nuts.

 

Later that night I read a passage from a little red book on astral projection.  I can't remember it other than it was something about glass or looking thru glass.  I was petrified when I saw myself as the devil in a mirror.  I faced my fear and broke the mirror.

 

The next day I refined the process.  I began to extend what I was doing (re-organizing) into the house, the car, my life.  It became a way of thinking and/or being that to this day effects everything I do.

 

In retrospect I can look back and realize that is the day I passed from chaos to harmony.  It took me twenty years to discover what I experienced that day was intuitive Feng-Shui, the ancient art of placement.

 

The only thing that is constant is change itself.  Learning to change gracefully is the key.  Feng-Shui is Chinese for air and water.  What is between air and water if not a sail boat. I lived on one for eighteen years.  Talk about a fluid situation.

 

In summation I can say...."everything has it's place.  When you get everything in it's place you have harmony."  It's not hard to figure out, the "less" you have to arrange, the easier it is to get there.

 

Luv...Capt Flash

RUFF STUFF

ENHANCE

RECENT DIGITAL 3/20/13

 

Sabrina in America's Cup

 

Rufus, King of the Couch

or Beast of the East

depending on who you ask

 

George Michals

 

The last snow of the season

 

TWO

 

Not so recent

 

 

Mayor's Ball

 

The Mayor

 

FAIR TRADE

LOVE/OG

WANTED

 

Your invited to join us in a

 

CONCEPTUAL CONSPIRACY

 

to

 

COMMIT CULTURE

POLAROIDS

Over the years I shot a ton of pictures.  Almost

all of them are gone....but..!!

 

I came across a bunch of old polaroids.  I plan to scan them into the computer and show some every now and then.

 

These two were taken in Key West Florida in 92'

I was sailing from L.A. to New York and liked Key West soooo...!!!! much I stayed there for a

couple of years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Had great time.  I anchored out on my sailboat.  I

became famous as a performance artist and smoked a whole lotta' weed



RESISTANCE

PLAY STATION

When I was very young we lived in a small town

called Keyport, Wash.

 

It was located on Liberty Bay which was part of Pueget Sound

 

This fish shack was next door.  It was my

play station.

 

Here it's been thru Photoshop 4x

 



HAIR

 

 

 

 

Sabrina Michals

 

is my daughter.  She works for

 

Bumble & bumble

 

The top salon in the city.  She often goes to

Europe on shows and has done numerous celebrities

 

VICTORIA'S SECRET

 

 

Best viewed full screen

SUNRISE/AP

JOYCE STOLAROFF

Had a reason to be in the

 

DAUPHIN RESTAURANT

 

in the

 

Berkley Carteret Hotel

 

There I discovered some of the best work I've seen

in Asbury Park since I've been here, by a

 

JOYCE STOLAROFF

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, painted and designed.  Lovely color.

Reminded me of a school of art called the

 

California Impressionist

 

I was told that she moved to Santa Fe, N.M.

a couple of years ago.  I can understand that.

To bad they don't have an ocean there.



RECENT WORK 3/14/13

PRESSED RAT & WART HOG

 

 

PRESSED RAT & WART HOG

 

By

 

Douglas Berry

 

 

 

 

 

in

 

AMERICA'S CUP

 

 

OCEAN GROVE

I

OOOOMMMMMM...!!!!

RECENT WORK 3/11/13

 

 

TRIPPIN'

?

I

BIG N' LITTLE

Once there was an itty bitty frog that lived in a

small tank with some big fish.

 

One day one of the big fish ate the itty bitty frog.

 

The drama of life and death....

 

 

....the beat goes on...!!!

 

Maybe there's a moral to this story.  If your an itty bitty frog, don't live in small tanks with big fish...then again maybe not

 

 

 



AMERICAS CUP

.....GOOD NEWS

 

Ross the Boss at America's cup has permited me to

hang a painting in there.  I put up

 

IMPLICIT IMPLICATIONS

 

The grasshopper on the

ARTS LIBERATION FRONT

 

card

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They have a wide selection of coffees sandwiches,

soups, etc. 

 

They have a variety of coffees and they roast thier own beans on the spot.

 

Honestly, it is the only coffee shop in the park worth going into.

 

Check out the art and while your there have a hot cup of joe'  You'll be glad you did