(Pic #1) Divine delivery: Today’s lit loot from Drip Machine
Art Supplies: Manna From Heaven
Why Urban Decay Is My Jam
Confession: I slam on the brakes and jump out of the car to capture the detritus of life.
It’s the dirty, weather-beaten, peeling surfaces of walls and structures in any large city. You typically won’t find these textures in the fancy parts of town, so that’s why I like to take detours and longer ways home. Some of these moments end up on canvas, some find their way onto the hand-painted jackets in our new “Urban Artwear” collection.
It might just be a simple combination of colors…sometimes it’s just erosion, but most of the time it inspires an idea — or series of ideas — for some funk-ass abstract art.
(Pic #2) Ventura, Cal.
(Pic #3) San Pedro, Cal.
(Pic #4) Los Angeles, Cal.
(Pic #5) Oxnard, Cal.
A Kind Of Beauty I Can’t Explain
(Pic #1) Oceanfront property in Santa Barbara County — worth millions.
Shore vs: Street
The views are unspeakably stunning. It’s why the Santa Barbara coast is known as the American Riviera. I get kind of giddy when we drive through its lush landscaped back roads, and get to walk barefoot on the beach. But nothing sends me spinning like the raw, painterly improvisations by local graffiti artists. On this day, less than 50 yards from the crashing waves — I spied a full city block of impromptu abstractions on an abandoned property in Summerland. (Pics #2 #3 below)
It’s a rush I have trouble explaining to others.
For most, visiting this big bucks zip code, the breathtaking vistas, and sprawling homes are the attraction. For me, it’s the spirit of freedom (and admittedly defiance) that gets my heart pumping.
(Pic #2) Street art on an abandoned property in Summerland. MY kind of view.
