Because I’m too bent to work and too up to lay down

I play this and I can’t decide if he or Freddie Gibbs rocked the sample better.

I won’t lose my grip, ‘fore I turn Cobain

I like this because Larry King’s ego flexes so hard and Neil Tyson just poots all over it. But un-offensively.

I don’t fear death… I love the unknown.

An almost 8-year-old 13th Witness video of him recording some dude skateboarding through a city in Japan.

IDK, just get random urges to watch it.

Probably some un-satisfied 7th grade yearning to kick flip.


a flick of me in a DC hookah lounge inhaling some alien tainted shit

(wishing it was hash)

I’m a FBZ stan. (you all should see them live)

Do you like being yo mother?

I need to learn how to make gifs quickly.


Submitting the final copy of this book I’ve been tasked to illustrate.

If nothing else, it really exposed my procrastinating side.

We all could get so much done if we created more than we consumed…

or at least at the same rate.

(as I continue to think of irrelevant things to say and links to share)




Some kind of blessing…

The universe does not give you exactly what you want. It gives you the opportunity to grab what you want. And use it how you see fit. Around 7 weeks ago, I got a message from my boy that an old classmate needed someone to run point on illustrating a children’s book he had been loosely shopping around. I have no real clue where this path I’m on will take me. I’m teaching myself not to question WHY things like that happen. I sometimes doubt my abilities. I think that is some normal shit. The strangest thing that has happened in the past month and a half, in regards to this specific project, have been the few seconds where I’m absolutely sure I know what I am doing. I suppose that’s part of getting totally lost in the process.

I Be Strokin’

Recently, I’ve been slowing down on doing random sketches, rough drafts and concepts. Instead, my focus has been to go back through the pages of shit I’ve done, and begin to finalize them or create bigger, cleaner versions. There are so many holes in my game. Working smarter/being more efficient is the biggest hole. So, I took my 2 off days and committed to completing 2 projects, start to finish.

The first was a thank you gift of sorts to the gallery owner who lets my crew set up shop every month to slang merch. It was the gallery’s 1 year anniversary so I figured I’d create something incorporating that. A real no-brainer.

I came across this process of using frisket film to basically create a stencil style effect. I thought it was neat, and was artistically very horny and I needed to get that nut off so I found a way to use the technique on this project without interfering with the original design and order of things.

Multi-functional tracing paper. Aside from it’s actual purpose, it makes a great…smudge guard(?)

Half a blunt and a bowl later, fin.

If you’re in Baltimore, stop by the gallery. It’s called The Alchemy of Art. It’s on 1637 Eastern Ave, a few blocks up from the bars and restaurants in Fells Point. Go get cultured, then get wasted.

This whole french fry themed art kick I’m on…

It’s something I can’t even begin to explain because I don’t really know myself.


I know it amuses me, and allows me to test my boundaries…


while giving me some sort of mental freedom to not take the challenge too serious. Clearly

More stupidity.
With a lot of practice, I’ll be able to make drawings and paintings as clean as they are retarded.


This one came from just being frustrated about rash of black male deaths at the hands of police — which, sadly, is not a new phenomenon if you’re black and a male. For some reason, white America thought rappers shouting “FUCK THE POLICE” for the last 25 years was just some shit to sound rebellious.

Black Skine Head

Instead of sounding off on crazy jews or homicidal cops, for now, I’m just going to post pictures of moleskine art. Some of these are days old, some are from a few years ago. Some led to designs that ended up on apparel, others stopped where they began. I like to see the scrap/sketchbooks of artists. I think it gives a more intimate look into the mind of the person holding the pen/pencil/brush. So, yeah…































I really need a new tripod.

Half-way Hobbyist

So other than working with my bros on our clothing line, getting back into photography (both digital and film), working with Pro Wise, maintaining a respectable beard, putting miles on the whip (hi Boston), and avoiding a murder charge at my wack ass day job, I’m also working on things for this site. Well, really, I just think it’s an amusing thing to say aloud. “Yo..we need those fries dog.” It also looks funny on shirts and stickers and whatever else I feel like displaying it on. I’ve gotten a few samples in and to be honest, I’m only half way pleased. (Related sidebar) After diving deeper into the realm of apparel sales and becoming a bit more informed on everything from pattern making to Pantone codes to wholesalers, I’ve come to the conclusion that there is a lot of soul-less, quarter-assed bullshit on the market. That’s just one man’s opinion, I have nothing else to say on that. Here’s a design I’m sort of but not really struggling with.


Sign of the times


I’m working on my first poster. Just trying to test my boundaries, or push them. I think push is a better word. I’ve been intrigued by forms of typography long before I even heard of the term typography. I can’t remember how many times I drew the Champion logo and script when I was younger. Or logos in general.

The site is up and partially running. Progress is the word of the year. I’d get it tattooed on the inside of my eye lids if I could. Oh shit, that would hurt like a bitch.

my mind’s eye and I


If I told someone, anyone, that I have been, on and off, working with that design for like 6 months or more, they’d probably think I was a procrastinator. They’d be right, partially. I’m also a wannabe perfectionist. 2012 ended on a good note though. I was determined to get that shit. I feel I did. Me vs AI. I will overcome that hurdle.


Sitting in 5th floor lounge, I kept hearing a slight buzz but I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from for about a whole minute or so. This little bastard was behind me, on the ledge. I don’t know if it was a victim of torture or drunk or what but it couldn’t get upright on its own. Sad. I would blow at it, it would end up on its legs, flap its wings and somehow, end up right on its back again. This went on for about 5 minutes, no lie. Being a fly that can’t fly must be a total bummer.

Birthday Suits: Buy One, Get One Free

I got a discount coupon for Barnes & Noble. I enjoy getting them. They always hit my inbox when I’m not expecting them. They’re like surprise nudie pictures. Who on earth doesn’t appreciate boobies and butt cheeks. And that’s why I’m torn between Looker and Beautiful:Nudes. I’m leaning towards the latter at the moment just based off of the cover, not that I’m on some pro-black, love the nubian goddess type kick. I just googled nubian and that shit is used improperly all the time. Wow. Learning is fun. And now, a quote from the gun expert I work with:

They tried to say something to me about my sweatpants. How are they going to have Casual Friday, but then put a limit on it. Fascist. I know who else was a fascist… nice little guy. He was cool until a couple of Jews started fucking with him…

I laughed.