Friday, February 19, 2010


March 5th, come check out some exceptional art.  Paintings, wood burnings, and some with both.  Super bad ass and totally worth it.  Be there, or be somewhere else!

Monday, October 26, 2009


I drew this for a local gym here in Flagstaff.  They're stoked.  

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Travis earns the Murder trophy for killing it super hard at Bay City.  
FS Tailslide over bank to ledge.  
Anthony 50-50 up over and down
Travis on the back tail.  John on the fisheye.  



Oregon coast 2009, one last outing.  Anthony, Travis, John and I decided to get one last night in the wilderness after we parted ways with Orrin and Jerry in Portland just hours before.  The coast was the destination and skating was a must.  We started our adventure at the Bay City skatepark.  It was a back and forth park with a gigantic pyramid, and a bunch of little things to dick around on.  Travis murdered as usual and made friends with the local tweaker bum in the process.  He followed us to the parking lot where he prayed for Anthony's car, begged for some food and money, and we drove off leaving him hungry and penniless.  We suck.  However we don't suck at surviving.  A short drive to Garibaldi to find a camping spot and its time to eat.  With few ways to cook our "hobo dinners," we chose to dice everything and cook each meal separately in Ham's tall boy beer cans.  Best way to prepare a meal even if you aren't a bum.  Absolutely delightful.  To end the night a few more cocktails and some light up frisbee on the beach was a must considering Anthony had a new disco frisbee.  An excellent replacement to just the average looking blue frisbee he had prior to John wrecking it by throwing it in the water totally on purpose... thanks to REI, everything is guaranteed for life.

Best night photo of the trip.  Too much beer + mad skills = this photo
This photo is how i see myself when i look in the mirror.  

I took this at the end of the night, the actual photo is pitch black, this is the CIA version of photo enhancement.  


On our way back to the land of full nudes and cheap booze.  Portland, OR.  The city that owns my heart.  Stone cold bad asses in Betsy rollin hard somewhere in between Seattle and Ptown.    
This is Jeff Halen, aka Hay Hay.  Jeff knows how to party... hard.  Jeff also likes to skateboard.  This is what happens when he does both at the same time.  Im gonna say Jeff takes the cake when it comes to drunken injuries.   


We came back to the states early due to rain and also money issues.  We all made the choice to live like kings for the remaining days back in the US, as opposed to living like not kings in Canada... it all came down to beer and strippers, so we road tripped back to SEATTLE.  John Q let us crash his pad in the rainy city despite a cookie crumb incident that Orrin, John and myself dreamt up days earlier.  Seattle was good, we skated a bit at a park located directly under the Space Needle.  No photos however because it was profest 2009.  David Gravette and pals were killing this park... so hard.  It wouldn't have cool to get in their way to get a scratch on the deep end when they were blasting out of it.  I did however get some night shots once the rain cleared.  The first is in front of John Q's house.  Anthony is both posed and partied out in this pic.  
This giant troll is under a bridge in Seattle about 3 blocks from Q's house.  It was a city project to keep bums and tweakers from raping people under a bridge without a troll.  

MANHANDS... bitch!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009


Bear country.  Squamish is the extreme sports capital of the world.  when you are there, you get it.  British Columbia is an amazing place,  extreme terrain.  extreme mushrooms.
these beautiful and most likely deadly mushrooms were the size of softballs and they were littered across the forest floor.
the town of Squamish sits directly below this several thousand foot cliff face, it is absolutely breathtaking.

the clouds are constantly moving and evaporating and reforming along the steep mountain crevasses.  It was relaxing just watching the clouds, you could tell that the weather in these parts can be very unpredictable and quite dangerous at times.  This town makes you seem small and the wilderness here is one to be respected.  I've never until now been scared about camping amidst the bears, not so much scared, more like aware.  ignorance is bliss.   

drinking wine in the cold rain isn't so bad.  Jerry treated himself to a $20 flask of cheap Canadian whiskey only to have it spilt shortly after opening.  needless to say none was wasted, whiskey that you slurp directly off the table burns a bit more on the way down than when drink properly, but gets you equally as pissed.  Squamish, BC 2009  
Jerry, Anthony John, Zach