Tonight!

I was approached by the AntiLabs guys to do this show and thought it would be fun to take it back to the old days of throwing some drawlings in some spray painted thrift store frames. Got some new stuff along with some old stuff and prints. I'll be there selling zines and prints and Amador Dry Goods. Sahab is playing some sweet tunes as well. See ya' there!

ya' boy is showin' some drawlings and stuff

showin some drawlings and toys and sculptures and installation stuff at broadway studios next week. nothin' too special; some older stuff and some silly stuff. should be fun. come join me. invite all your friends with disposable income. all your poor friends can come too.

NOTHING TOO LOOSE

ive got those shakey gums, and a couple o' loose tooths.

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been drawing my fucking fingers raw lately. 2;49am and im sleepy. ive been drawing at home the past week, just slaving away behind this drawing desk i built, placed in front of my bedroom window, which is great for natural lighting and hearing the fucking birds chirp away their beautiful songs , but fucking terrible when the neighbor, whose patio faces the direction of my window, decides he wants to fucking grill up some bar-b-que.
fucking stinks. shit. im a vagiterian, if you dont know, and although for the most part im not bothered by it, but sometimes, especially red meat, just makes my throat something lumpy, like indigestion or like ive drinken soda too fast. that feeling like i gotta blow chunks. fucking gross.
anyways, im tired, but not too tired to paint. problem is, im at home and not at the studio. sleepy drawings are often sloppy and halfassed-especially for these technical bangers ive been doing lately. so i'll call it a night. even though that makes a guilt ride up my spine, especially since my show is a little more than a week away.

i only need a couple hours and some coffee with soymilk. gimme a fucking second to rest here.

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pics tomorrow. ive been too side tracked to document lately.

All watched up.

So, spray paint magician/paint dump iron chef and all around bad ass (in his own mind) Josh Wigger, will be having a show in two locations,on the same night.
One of which is a collection of these silly little watercolors he's been doing to keep his mind off of his loneliness, entitled "all washed up".
Theyre pretty exciting, though, I am a water color fiend.

THe other show is compiled of pages he drew on from this 200 year old book he found while looking for food in dumpsters in Berlin. Yes, thats right, Berlin. Motherfucker was stuck there for like 6 months last year after he missed his flight home.
It was all good though, since Joshie is great at thriving in shitty situations, while in Europe, he:
painted murals anywhere somebody'd let him, made money as a backup dancer for various techno-music festivals, ate outta' dumpsters, slept with wolves for warmth, fell in love with every pretty face he met, fought with the Berlin police, graffitied, pissed on, snorted, swallowed, drank, ate, jacked off into, pretty much anything you could think of.
The shows called "Doing lines to pass the time", it gets its name from Joshs addiction to snorting his own dandruff.

Anyways, as much as I talk shit about the guy, hes one of my bestest good friends/ brother/lover, and he always puts on good shows,and by that I mean, if the art sucks he's known to start arm wrestling matches/parades/break dancing competitions, whatever it takes to keep the audience entertained.

check it out, and buy something for your mother.