I remember the temptation of drawing on a new pair of Chuck Taylor’s, the white canvas crying out for something more. These pink bad boys from Houston, TX, are pretty sweet! Excellent stuff here. I really like the retraced Star, very nice touch, blending with the existing art, while enhancing simultaneously. The rubber soles perimeter was always a favorite section to draw on, as the ink gets soaked up nicely and welcomely. Doddle your shoes and enjoy. Kids can’t have all the fun; besides, what else are you going to do in that 1930s-era soup queue?

People love their skin art, and here is another way to show it off. The scar tissue lights up the needle’s path under a steady stream of radiation and makes for a haunting image. Would you like to frame your X-rayed tattoo? I think I would, but so far I remain tattoo-less.

These bad boys would look clinically modern backlit in your living room as objets d’ art. Who wants to start this business with me? Any takers, movers and shakers? What do they do with all the old X-rays of broken bones anyway?

I like to find art hiding in cracks and nooks, like this poster from my lost pet flyers collection. This is the only flyer featuring a drawing of the beloved pet, rather than a photo. The colors and text are quite artful, and J.J looks like a tricky little birdy if there ever was one, with one eye cocked over his shoulder, ready to take fast flight, even with his puny T-Rex wings. 

So if you happen to be in the Laurel Canyon area and see a long-tailed green bird speaking some words, please call the number and catch him if you can!

I am posting this painting by the African-American visionary artist Reverend Johnnie Swearingen of the first president George Washington, in honor of our soon to be elected first African-American president Barack Obama. I hope you find your way to the voting booth tomorrow and cast a ballot in this historic election. Happy voting and see you in a new America! I am thrilled to cast my first ballot as a freshly minted American for such a remarkable candidate for the highest office in the land.

This is a great plate glass window that flashed the hood before it was junked! A failed restaurant briefly moved in and used a silhouette of the watusi girl on their menu as a nod to the history of the building. I think the place was called the auto bar in the olden days. I’m glad I snapped some pictures before the image was destroyed forever. If you know the name of the artist who painted this window please hit the comments button below the post and clue us all in. I like the graffiti beard on the girl it seems kinda perfect and the 7up sticker in the lower right corner.  The shattered glass adds a special touch also, moments before the dumpster strikes. Sometimes the past winks at you if you pay attention.

Here is an example of something I was trying to hit on with the ugly murals post. This font which shall remain nameless is as hideous as a typeface comes and yet it is as widespread as the common grackle bird which overpopulates Austin. I almost understand using this font for a cheesy hair salon with an egyptian motif but to cut thru one inch thick metal trying to imitate the way ink bleeds on parchment paper is so ridiculous it almost elevates it to high art. Like the ugly murals that have a hint of high art in the terrible execution and weak conception. A fluke in a way creating something great by being clueless. Kinda makes you wanna keep your punk rock on!

Do you recognized all of these monsters? What terrible events lead them to be such ruthless dictators and cold-blooded killers. Could a mild course nudge here or there on their life’s path have spared humanity the cruelty of their vile leadership. Were they nothing more than dressed up street thugs parading as men of courage. Will we ever be able to graduate from these monsters grabbing power while hoodwinking the people so effortlessly with the same old routine; thump the nationalist  drums of war, blame the economy on the most vulnerable elements of society, and amplify the propoganda to a stifling roar.

Can you think of anyone whom you would like to see added to this collection of petty fools, or are you happier with your head in the sand?

These barriers caught my eye in NYC because they are much sexier than their concrete cousins. I was struck with the answer before the question as to how they stay put, they are full of water. Would Gyula Kosice regard these as hydrosculptures? If you were to T-bone one with your car would you be creating a hydrokinectic sculpture during impact?

Many questions abound like what happens to the water after they are done, and do you see a future like Gyula Kosice where art and science blur and we move into a utopian paradise in outer space.

Gyula Kosice —Born 1924 Kosice Hungary (Slovakia) present Buenos Aires