You’re a pretty cute kid.
Even if you’re old now, you’re still a cute kid.
Everything you taught me about cars is still all I know about cars.
That awkward first day we saw each other for the first time in 15 years, watching your beloved eldest daughter be married.
That following year’s visit, picking up the groom’s ashes from the funeral home.
All I wanted was for you to do right by the ones that need your love and deserve it.
I think you may finally be getting it. Going to your only granddaughter’s graduation gave me lots of hope for you.
I’m proud of you, Dad. You just may be that dad, great guy that I know you are, somewhere in the distant past.
My expectations are zero, now that I’ve truly forgiven him for ditching me for over a decade. I know it’s true because I wouldn’t ever want him gone again. Ever.
You’ve never been cruel to me. Only showed me kindness, love and struggled for my well-being. If my dad hadn’t been such a great guy to me, I would probably not have been able to know what one truly is.
Thanks for all that stuff.
Happy Father’s Day
I wasn’t really a good kid in high school. But I had the most monumental crush of my entire life, at that age, on my teacher. To get his attention, I stayed in school and graduated so he would be proud of me.
My niece is thankfully the opposite of me. She’s a winner and humanitarian wrapped in impeccable beauty, which I’ve never seen her use the way I would. She is astonishing to me. Our future on this earth looks bright.
This is my beginning to the oil painting that’s been my fate. Until this body perishes from our earth, I will joyously paint oil. I’m too in awe to articulate the feeling, it’s too soon, too new, too exhilarating to spread the paint and behold the richness of color. We are still in love. Nothing is finished and it is all spoken for.
Thank you, Henry.
The world was feeling flat and I found life on the planets Oil and Turpentine. I’m never going back to acrylic except for emergencies. Goodbye to that decade. Welcome life and motion, breathing and secrets kept behind cherished faces, taken to eternity. Even if everything gets ruined along the way, I shall brush all my artwork with love and oil.
I only graduated high school. But aced English and History, according to these red marks on my papers.
I’m still an ignorant little fuck if I don’t go in search of more answers that don’t get graded.
This is the knowledge that has really added up.
I didn’t read any of these in school and I should have. It should have been the law to teach us this while we were young and maybe I could have been less of a douche face? ?
This is the book that started the fire inside of me that rages on still to incinerate that ignorance I’ve ignored for so long. Reading this book made me care. I even gave my copy to my 18year old niece so she can make a difference asap.
I don’t really like being dumb. Or wrong. Both of them are too similar. But this book above, will awaken you. There’s no turning back to arrogance now. Also, the Malcom X autobiography is one of the Greatest Books in the whole written world. He is in that book and his life will affect you forever. Greatness never dies. Just people.
I have a Painting in a show next weekend at Coagula Gallery in Chinatown, L.A. But, I’m not done with my work! Fuck!!!! But it will be ready soon:)
Please come see our reading on May 18. It starts around 9pm. Downtown L.A. 1226 West 7th Street.
Here’s the flyer with info. I would love for everyone to come and see this- I promise that it will be fucking rad!
There’s also an after party… you will have to come talk to me about :)))
We watched the Deer Hunter late last night. I’m glad. Worth the 4am
Davey and Josh at Family