Three dimensional wall relief sculptures.
"Breath of Creation," was the title of the piece, it's the only canvas I have ever finished. A good friend, Josh Grogis, who believed in me early on, bought the piece while I was still in school.
Bill Murray, overall legend, hilarious, genuine, generous and never too good to hang out with a fan.
When I was at school I thought my work was the sh*t, but looking back the paint jobs were terrible. They weren't constructed very well, some of them fell apart, and they were stylistically simple. I've certainly come a long way since then.
I loaded up my truck with a bunch of creates squeezing the last one in up against the tailgate. I thought perfect fit, no need to tie anything down. I proceeded onto 395 into DC, once I hit 60mph I heard a loud noise out the back, looked in my rear view mirror and saw my crate with flipping down the middle of the highway. Some cars were swerving out of the way while others screeching to a halt billowing with smoke. Luckily, nobody hit it but by the time I stopped I was about 400 yards from the crate. I contemplated just leaving it behind, but I needed the piece inside for an upcoming show. To this day I don't know how I was able to pick the crate up and carry it back to my car, it must have weighed over 100 lbs... adrenaline I guess. I think I now realize the reason for my back problems.
I have been making sculptures out of wood for years but never made anything functional so I thought I would do something simple like a box. I thought it would only take a few hours, I ended up working on it for 3 days......never again.
A fiberglass skateboard from the 70's.
I don't think I'v ever had a job that I liked other than working as an artist, quitting was the best part of the job.
I told someone I would be at their house in 10 minutes knowing it would take 20.
I got cut off by an a**hole driver who I then pulled along side and gave the finger. He proceeded to follow me flashing his lights for a good mile until we both stopped and got out of our cars. We exchanged a few less than friendly words and he kept trying to get me to follow him somewhere else...... I can only assume so that there would be no witnesses to the murder and my body would be easier to dispose of. I was on my way home and didn't want him to know where I lived so I told him to get back in his car and stop following me. He refused and after a while I got tired of asking and said if he didn't leave I would pee on his car...... So I peed on his car and left, surprisingly he didn't follow me.