Wednesday, August 21, 2013

So, I Got To Meet And Have Lunch With Os Gemeos.


The whole experience still feels surreal. I have been aware of the greatness that is Os Gemeos for almost 20 years of my life. I have a short list of artists who have directly influenced, inspired and motivated me to do my respective crafts. 


I am still unclear how I got to be chosen to partake in the small media roundtable setting to speak directly to Os Gemeos the way I did. I didn't want to come across as a fan boy, but I knew that we would be kindred spirits having passion for graffiti be a common ground. 


The intimate media luncheon took place over at the RM Champagne lounge in the West Loop. I've never felt so under dressed and sweaty. Everyone looked like they were attendees at the Kentucky Derby. 


This is the label they created having credited Futura 2000 with getting them involved with doing this label. They were very humble in mentioning pioneers who they once looked up now being peers and friends. 


It was a great discussion having asked them about one of their first features in 12 ounce prophet (back when magazines were still sold and relevant) and basically just talking about graffiti. They livened up differentiating between "street art" and graffiti. They don't like being lumped in that category. They credit everything to drawing and music as their main starting point and direction before starting any project large or small.


And one of the twins is an amazing DJ. Like an actual DJ, blending and scratching. 


The after party was at the Chicago Artists Coalition. The big secret of the night was the the basement was air conditioned. 


Homie Big Once killin it after Os Gemeos. 


Ended the night with oysters at Maude's Liquors. 

Os Gemeos are humble, kind and passionate about their art. It's apparent when you see them answering questions without any filter or bullshit. It's so refreshing to know that artists of this caliber are so approachable and open to welcoming outsiders into their world. I felt very fortunate, humble and grateful for having met them and I can't thank all the great ladies over at the Hennessy camp for this opportunity. Huge, huge shout out goes to Gina Torres for making all of this happen and making me feel so comfortable at both events! 




Taking It One Can At A Time


Imagine showing up to a painting job and being told that you have 30 minutes to paint a backdrop for people to stick their heads into to take pictures...


I don't know why the baseball player is wearing a skirt and why everyone is black. I think I didn't want to offend anyone but at the same time, just get it done. I also just realized that the hockey player just took a huge piss on the ground. 


Thank god I got to do something semi cool? No? Well at least I got paid. 


This is when I feel like I've made a difference.


I had to redeem myself somehow. 


I can never escape Saran Wrap, I think when I die I want to be wrapped in plastic, painted on and then finally buried. 


Poor guy. I did this hood for free because it was all scratched up and I jokingly asked if he pissed off a girl or something...and then I painted his hood. 


What is up with all of these last minute jobs???



My work wife CZR and I finished this in four hours just in time for the party not to have proper permits to give out beer and cancel the first weekend of events. 


I was a food vendor for the Low and Slow lowrider show in Pilsen and this was my offering. A pork bowl with slow smoked pulled pork, saffron rice, chimichurri, slaw and green onions, sounds good right? I got slaughtered by the taco stand RIGHT NEXT TO US. To their credit, they were good but try something new son! 


Joey Potts borrowed his wife's shorts and pulled it off quite nice. 



I felt right at home...


My party tent complete with striped hot pants. 


The homie Athens sent me this daytime flick from the previous night. Been a while for me and realized that I'm color blind at night. I thought that pink was yellow.


I finally got to try the foie corn dogs at Bangers and Lace and let me tell you that they were well worth the wait. Fucking richness overdrive. I could have crapped my pants and I wouldn't have cared or noticed eating these beauties. 


I also am taking these divvies out for a ride. I look and feel stupid, but fuck the CTA and that stupid Ventra card. 





Just a sampling of stuff I made for a vegetarian bachelorette dinner in what had to be the smallest kitchen I've ever worked in...ever. 



This is how we cope. 


This is what it sounds like when doves cry. 




Where do we go to unwind after a long day? A black bar of course! Ollie's is the shit though. The DJ looked like she just got out of prison, there was hip hop line dancing and Sergio showed the ladies whats up. 


Clearing out my scrap cans.




It's like all of my scrap cans all threw up at once. 


Nothing beats a Lolita on a hot day painting a wall courtesy of Joey Newrage. Thanks homie! 


Meh. 


Look at how big this dude is! 3 years and some change...mostly in his 90's In Living Color Fly Girl outfit.


Also finally finished this bad boy. A little larger and definitely a lot to take in. Maybe I should do some drugs. 

Getting Colorful



Amazing time getting to paint with some of the city's best street artists and graff phenoms up in Logan Square. This was one of the best times I've had painting this summer thus far. Painted a bunch of fruity shit next to the homies Amuse and Cove. 


Fucking Jonski and Solo killin the game as usual. They painted self portraits and their dream job of selling Mexican ice cream.


Amuse - Large and in charge. Also painted as if on Shrooms. 




Calling the kettle black. 




Finally got to check out Billy Sunday for a jar full of food and a nice cold drank. I loved it in here nice and early with fellow shit heads Jason and Tooch. The food was light and tasty with the drinks cold and strong which is totally not gay sounding at all. 


I had some art thing at Simones but was infatuated with this enormous mural by Ruben Aguirre instead. I may make fun of him from time to time but that mofo can paint his Mexican ass off. 


This is how you fit 6 letters into a space made for 2. You lie and add a bunch of random shapes and call it a piece. 


Jon Simmons killin it at West Fest. People with Cargo shorts loved his set. 



Took a quick break to attend a house party happening simultaneously and saw why I never ever want to have a house party ever. 



Work is sometimes awesome. 


Especially when I get stuff like this. 


The glowing dildo is Bjork and she fucking murdered it the first night. 



Dio and I were able to avoid the inevitable down pour and check out La Luce over in the West Loop. Old school Italian filled with wet suburban hipsters and mom shorts everywhere. What the fuck is it with young kids and their mom shorts and pants? Are camel toes fashionable and looking like you have no ass in style? The food was really good by the way. 


Board in action. 



Cooking for one of my best friend's kids Bday. Andres turned 3 already and I'm the asshole friend who has only visited a couple of times over the years.



And this is why. I really wish this is how Spider Man really got down - in Trader Joes shorts and  a baby marvel tee. Oh, the joys of parenthood. 


This is what unequivocal bliss looks like. I will never have this again and it makes me kind of sad but then again I know what sex feels like at least...from what my friends tell me.



Stopped by Nikki's going away party. Damn shame to lose another good one. She was a beast in the kitchen with a mouth and lesbian haircut to match.  


A sea of young people who don't care about random pushing and or skin contact. God I'm old. 


This is one of the coolest things to happen at Pitchfork. I also look like I don't speak English with my transition lens and oily Chinese hair. 


I love doing last minute jobs because it makes me feel important. Sort of. 


Yes, I was this close to Kels. No he didn't pee on anyone or anything.  All I know is that he's mothafuckin rich and has quite the stage presence and released a ton of paper doves into the sky at the end. Now thats littering with swag son. 


If you ever wanted to feel insignificant, don't be Polish and go to an authentic Polish Deli like Andies and get ignored. It feels good to be invisible every once in a while. 



Oh, the possibilities. I look terrible in red, but a lot of other people look good in red which is good for me. Be on the lookout for these next year with Bucketfeet. 





Haven't done Atomic Sketch in a while. and just like any other time I've done it, there's a penis involved. 












Did a live art event for Baderbrau and Gallery Bar with the homies Solo RM, Joey Potts, and Uriel Correa. They basically killed it while I added sperm doo dads all over that piece. I also haven't sweat like that since I pissed my pants in public.