Sunday, December 03, 2006

Docu-Album 3: Cuba

I am finally getting to putting this on the web...

I do wear Adidas...

Thanks, Adidas...

Docu-Album 5: The Global Picture

I had finished this a while ago...It's on my MySpace page too...Yeah, I got suckered into that too...

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Darndest thing...

Derek's blog - I agree, you're a gee...!

Just a sketch...


Just a sketch...
Originally uploaded by snailsone.
This is a drawing I did when I was totally angry...I'm not part of IHS, but I hit them up because of Ink and Sonic out of respect...I would like to make a public apology to Deluks because I was so f*cked up...I blame Sundance for trying to keep me in a crew of cannibals and for making me have to choose between getting stuck by association, or totally having to battle him and those that defend his crew for the rest of my life...He was just trying to live his life, I mean, though he has always been an authority on art and is a model diplomat, he never had the confidence to check people properly...(I'd only met Stem briefly at the time that I started hitting up YNN) and found I was defending people in AS that I did not really know, because they would turn around and try to cut me out of MY own heritage out of their desires to get ahead, promoting themselves by supporting (actually by jocking) everyone else (who was considered "famous" , of course), and forgetting that at one time, we were a crew and I used to brainstorm with them, support them, and I was their equal even if I wasn't famous, even back then...and I owe Stem everything because he invested his time in me...I had to prove to him that I was serious...and he never made fun of me, never was condescending, he just gave me reality...The first time I painted with him was embarassing...I was being really sloppy, I hadn't really gotten a sketch together before I went up and when I was finished with my wack ass piece, I went and took a look at what Stem had painted...He painted an Asian girl, very voluptuous, on her hands and knees, naked...That was a message that that was what I was up against...I was very humbled by that, you might think I was offended, but no, I was appreciative because that was the truth...I came back by myself later and did the timebomb piece...I remained loyal to the guys that I first was down with in AS until the time came when it dawned on me they didn't care that their disregard was creating a whole culture of greedy ass small-minded groupies with "big time" dreams...I guess that's the problem when a crew is made up of artists who want to market their work, make a living by doing it...Integrity is a battle we all grapple with...Stem told me once, "Keep you friends close, but your enemies even closer"...My enemies were disguised as my own ex-crew...And I had the complex that is generated by growing up pretty much a minority as a girl in an extremely talented male-dominated sport in the East Bay, but it also taught me the reverence of someone convinced something is so profound I could never do it, to the degree that I put off my painting with aerosol for many years because of the fear of not doing something really dope or dope enough...Through it all, the advice Stem passed on to me saved me from the whole question of who do I belong with?...I belong with the people who are willing to stand up for me and give me the benefit of the doubt when I do have beef to be able to handle it and back me up, just because they trust my opinion...He also taught me promoting a crew that has a lot of beef is a toy move, promoting people who perpetuate beef, toy, toy, toy...I also realized the importance of your endorsement as a member of a crew, how your work is measured against what you stand up for, and how well your actions match your words, and who your props are...those are your contributions and how you show you respect the other members...) and I was miserable, a totally depressed person before I moved to Boston and then back to New York...I guess staying in one place, stagnant will make anyone unhappy and I don't mean just geographically...I also mean psychologically...I guess I got the taste for a real sense of family, and I just could not forget that I got that in New York...These people do not claim they're my family and then juice me for alot of my concepts, taking credit for all of it, and then give me no credit for anything (That just never has been me...I have never been stingy with giving influential citations)...And then claim to be a good person and not be man enough to get into contact with me and find out why I won't deal with him, instead only concerned with self and his appearance in front of other people, proving he was never my friend...Anyways, it's just a matter of getting off your ass and changing things, cutting off those ties to fiends, though I have found that to be a bit uncomfortable because of the many mutual associations...I felt helpless to change things, but time has healed some of those wounds...I have found that people will kick you when you're down, it's true...And friends will be fiends, no longer friends...You are free as a person to make choices though...Just be prepared for consequences..."You don't really know someone until you fight them..."-Matrix

(text added 11/03/07)

Caught in a pimpin pose...


Caught in a pimpin pose...
Originally uploaded by snailsone.
Yeah, so he keeps me up at night, wakes me up every two hours, then he tries to box me all the time and he bites, yet he has his charming moments...The name Battra suits him...He's a little monster, a NYC street cat for three years of his life...He struts around like he owns his territory...I don't know how many sleepless nights I can go on for and how much stuff I can put up with him trying to tear up, I'm sorry to say...I've tried time-outs, activity corners, water guns and finally, I started letting him go outside...I think he's always gonna want dominance...But I caught him loungin here...Damn! He's cute...

Though I've never been a hero comic nerd, I appreciate this drawing...