Friday, December 25, 2009

Ours

Family wax seals, forged from salvaged metal, each with cute little cards detailing their original meaning....could they be anymore sickeningly precious.

Cameron is the Babe at the end of the Rainbow


This is Cameron Reed as painted by Robert Mearns. Cam and I produced a show called Mr. Bojungles and the Psycho Safari (Matt Aiken always hated that title...thanks again Emily Carr) at a little spot called Midtown, that's now the Bangtown Saloon on Pender at Richards. His music project Babe Rainbow is right up my alley.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Swirly Birds




Candy and Jewels




Originally titled "ESPN" for Pacificthorn group show.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Another Basement Find


"Ok kids, finish your dinner, and then you can kick each other's asses. Remember Cody, I've got serious scratch on this...so watcha gonna do?...Huh?...that's right your goin down in the fourth...aint that right"

dubstep slippers

We found these in the basement, and they're supposed to massage your feetsies....but they just vibrate in a pervy fashion...not very appropriate for cute conjoined kitten message slippers. Filthy...I'm still wearing them.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Monday, December 14, 2009

Attention: Death, Disorder vs. ESKIS

This piece is the marriage of two graphic narratives I've been developing with the help of a few friends for the last couple of years. The first "Attention: Death, Disorder" I dreamed up with Owen Milburn late one night in the fall of 2004. A:D,D we figured could be summed up in one sentence: A post apocalyptic matriarchal society leading to an androgynous race. The second narrative being what started out as The Eskiboys in November 2008 with Rami Roppo and Jamie Bizness, and has developed into Eskis today, if for no other reason than to be gender non-specific. Its hard to sum this one up other than to say it represents a global psychic connection of like minded and caring people. "There are many truths" says Rami.

So in this piece the Eskis are being empowered by the matriarchy of A:D,D to topple Christianity, and thus the paper on the barbwire in the foreground that reads "The End of Men". The sideways cross is one consistent use of symbols adopted by our narrative to both represent the present day misuse and misrepresentation of religion, and to poke fun at the Satanists for the mainstream use of the upside down cross. The Foreground Character is in classic A:D,D stencil style and features blood red hair which could be interpreted as the blood of a war like struggle, or the rust of infrastructures decay.

This piece sums up the narratives well in that the mixture of fact and fiction, peppered with humour has been the driving dynamic that brought about their existence in the first place.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Monday, November 30, 2009

This is my mom

Her Name is Judy, and she has the kind of soothing voice that could stop Keanu and Patrick in their foot steps, remove their respective ex-presidents masks, cast longing looks into each others eyes and say "You know what bro, let's just let these nice people finish their banking, and let's go call our moms".

Monday, November 16, 2009

handzzz



no-no-nut

Yeah...try to open a coconut without everything above....you won't open a coconut.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Cats are cute even when...


...the little guys are being held against their will, photographed and slapped on some stupid website due to their resemblance to Hitler.

Yeah!

For whatever reason this song, according to A.S. plays everywhere you go in the Philippines, and if its not, someone is singing it.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Friday, November 6, 2009

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Crucial Meetings

So I have this meeting on Tuesday with cultural planners and event organizers in regards to making positive change within regulatory planning and development around event spaces and events themselves. Check out the notes from the last meeting.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Future Vogue Floor Plan



kpRsdwz



Give Me Back My Mind

Since the amazing news of the Patriot Act whereby the greater civilized world has sat in fear of emails being read, or phones being tapped, I've maintained what I consider a sort of rebelliousness. I've been ok keeping my dirty thoughts to myself...but newsflash!.....computers can read your brain....
SHITTY


Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Patrick Thompson...Son!

The first is titled: "Lone motorcyclist carries a tree down a highway in Cambodia"

The second: "Nomadic fisherman in Vietnam knows how to great a stranger"

Check Patrick's paintings, and photos out on his FLICKR


seanorr.tumblr.com

Go blog your life away at Sean Orr's blognation outposts at his tumblr and some site called Beyond Robson or something.

OG Eskiboyzz



Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Hear no evil, see no evil


Looking for what I heard about some attacks on protesters at Canadian Parliament today during question hour or something, I stumbled upon this amazing snippet:

A man screaming about devil worship drove a vehicle up several flights of stairs leading into the Canadian Parliament before he was overcome by police. The man drove to the front door of Parliament's main building, police said, narrowly missing a maintenance worker. ...???

Anyways, finding no real photo to accommodate either of these stories I went with this monkey. Isn't he sooo cute?

Eskiz and Horse

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Dad?


My Dad, Paul, had every Frank Zappa album....of all the covers that tripped my shit out, this remains most memorable.

wu-tang again and again


Friday, October 23, 2009

watch the heater!


I pride myself on being a handyman, but I know enough to admit being a klutz. I accidentally kicked over our space heater and it just stopped working. So after completely dismantling it, cutting wires with the exacto, removing the stickers that said "please don't remove these or you'll get electrocuted", all i was left with was a cold appartment, and a pile of plastic garbage (see above).

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

franks and beans


As a follow up to the Kelsey Dundon super-special below, here's a detail shot of her shirt...this a grabbed form yet another fashion site...fashion...check thestylequotient.ca

happy 23rd B-day Vanessa



Vanessa nessa mo-messa banana nana mo manna fee fi fo fannahhh...Vanessa....its V-day...i stayed up late doing this for my lovely not just because I love her so much, but to also demonstrate how much a care far more about her than this stupid meeting tomorrow.

Monday, October 19, 2009

KD...not to be confused with Kraft Dinner

This is my home-girl Kelsey Dundon, and we worked together at Traction Creative in scenic Yaletown. I'd say she was a creative director, or a writer...but really she's just awesome. She wore a shirt I made for this photo-shoot for an online magazine called Contra. Kelsey has a fashion blog where she's featured our one-off tees in an article titled "two mikes, two shirts". Her blog is The Anthology. So drink it in Canada...and whoever else.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Sideways Gaahlism

This and other inside jokes turned into art at the ESKIZ FLICKR

Celeb Haiku too


Canadian dream
Terry David Mulligan
Sad reality

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Celebrity Haiku


Look! Charles Bronson
Please, don't ruin this for me...
Can't you just love him?

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Now What's Up!




Vans and some creap at Funkies


  • Creeper (band), the fictional hard rock band from a 2001 Canadian movie FUBAR: The Movie
Check out this and other party photos, that make us look like alcoholics, when we're actually getting creative working on "projects", at the FUTURISTS.com

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

reverse haiku: "we can make grill cheese sandwiches"


one two three for five six sev
reverse haiku moms
bread and butter pan fried, cheese?

Rami Roppo

This is the how I remember my friend, and I think this is the last thing he said before going back home. Chek out his myspace page for Sound Safari....

http://www.myspace.com/soundsafari


apolo-joking












"And since it was a joke I told, I feel that I need to do the right thing here and apologize for having told that joke," he said. "It's not your fault that it was misunderstood, it's my fault."

Monday, October 5, 2009

Puppet Bangmaster Bongo Baboon Shines

The following is an excerpt describing a certain manifesto from Corey Adam's portfolio page (http://tinyvices.com/BANG_MASTER_GENERALS_WARNING) detailing film projects he worked on with Jeffro Halladay(I believe it to be written by one J.L.):

"High level madmen side hard with the children and run for their lives in the ball universe of the Bang Master General. Like an animal kingdom of insane symbols, wretched mystery governs this golden dump. It is a street and alley puzzle shop into which a handful of savagely ignorant, brilliantly pitched minds have been inserted. Can they play with madness? Go and heed the “Master’s Warning”. Riddling wastelands of camouflaged breakdown, here is where a filthy cast of peacock warriors, a bravado possee of high male exoticism, play out their mutual and conflicting destinies under the chilling scrutiny of - PUPPET. The plastic puppet sweats from the ominpresent cornice of his piercing brow. His deeply unnerving ventriloquist’s smile can crush one’s poor esteem and accuse him before heaven of his blunder. Puppet is the Silent Witness, to some the very heart of self doubt, icy slopes, the art sin Jesus, the only begotten Puppet. Can these seductive madmen not break the golden rule? Seeking to survive in trash cinema, this coarse art has been made to trade like savage furs bartered for civilian guns. You are invited to peer into this puppet watched world from outside the walls with the dogs and the sorcerers. Here at last is the normality antidote. Ripped in half is the ancient balance symbol. Nostalgia for old blindfolds. Utopia is blown. Cynicism reeks. New world, detached world, a world not of this one but in it. Festivities of low esteem, rites of destruction, no longer is it grandma's livingroom out there. Eavesdroppers pilgrammage, dirtbag’s crystal palace, the klown sessions have ended, all the superhero outfits have party stains, the unwitting thespians of the half finished play are blacked out drunk. The economy is halloween. It is the brain that never gets dressed up that never gets paid."