Thursday, December 19, 2013

Monday, October 28, 2013

Monday, October 21, 2013

And You?



Here's the original concept for a 14 ft high public street project going up on the Northeast corner of Speedway and Stone. I was inspired by German WWI propaganda posters. The wording is intentionally informal Spanish, "And you?". The "T" stands for Tucson and the colors are of the Arizona flag.  The star on the officer's hat resembles the star on the flag but also doubles as an authoritative badge. This image is intended to spark conversation regarding the police force in Tucson, how officers interact with the public, their intended purpose and if they are acting in accordance with the public's best interests.
...Coming soon to a neighborhood near you!

Karl's coat


Friday, October 11, 2013

Beer and Peach

Making art is the equivalent of being knifed open.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Humane Society Fundraiser, "MEOOWR"

Under the porch, you will find the great Rondo.  A survivor of all things trivial... including life itself.   In addition to his magnificent manginess, he loves to chew on leather couches while entertaining new foes.  He also doesn't mind the flea comb.


Thursday, August 1, 2013

Friday, June 21, 2013

Elephant in the Room

Paradise presents itself in strange ways.  For this destination, my escape began no further than the top of my piano.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Pentimento--A short video documentary of Titus--by Jet Guido

Abolition of the Beast

Where there is death there is birth... and as with however many ends, come incitements for new beginnings.  May the same ring true to even the most native dominion, one's self.  Death to the beast within, the agent provocateur!  And from the smoke and ashes may there rise a magnificent Master.  To be no longer adrift among the years of oppression, abuse and torture, but instead,  unshackled, untamed... and given away as an orphan to a Renaissance.

It is all within his grasp and sitting before him the glory that which awaits.  Yet, he hesitates... Why?  Perhaps he is in disbelief.  Or perhaps, maybe, he is still numb.  Or perhaps, maybe still, he questions the surety of his release--the guarantee of freedom... and that which comes without receipt .  For the years of oppression still ensue and reverberate through his bones like a beaten dog remembering through muscle only.  His nerves still severed and resonate traumas.  And still, by some miraculous design of nature they instinctively strive to regenerate, reach out, reconnect and repair.

That which awaits him is magnificent by any measure.  Truly a treasure to behold. 

Plein Air at Rancho Linda Vista

During the momentary lapse of instances when the wind ceases from blowing, there exists a quiet heard only by those who see.   History is halted.   The streams begin to talk again.  And what exists is a culmination of soft infinite sounds: the Birdlings in their ready-made boxes, the far-off moans of cattle, the sneezing of horses and, of course, the timely screams of roosters.  All things begin again to mobilize and vocalize.  There are exceptions of course--the opportunists never rest... wind or not.  However, if one can sit still long enough, take-in fully enough and through all the enough senses and possess the many qualities of concentration... one can begin to hear the gathering of the Valkyrie sisters of Brünnhilde as they prepare for their journey to Valhalla.  

Tuesday, April 9, 2013