To commemorate Onitsuka Tiger retiring last years website

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Summer time and job apps

So I ended my spring semester of college with a 3.0. I slacked off a little but its a good base that I can work up from... anyway. Summer Vacations=Job applications around here..... we'll see what happens I'll come out with, some pictures from Hessler Street Fair and some more of my artwork coming out soon.

Hessler Street Fair day 2

Hello 216 hessler street fair part 2 hope to see everyone down there again today cause it seems the weathers gonna b nicer...... im not sure but i think i got word Mifune is playing today.... i maybe wrong but i sure as hell hope so lol

sry i havent posted in a while school and shit

Hey guys sry i havent been posting much but ever since college started shit has been hectic. So i think im gonna post up some of my shit that ive done not the most recent though... ive been alittle lazy and havent photographed it yet XD but you theres this kid i met at the hessler street fair tonight.... i peeped some of his shit on myspace you guys should really check him out... heres the link...... www.myspace.com/isms216 and im about to post some art for u kiddies.... peace love and magical shit revolution......

self portrait


radioactive monkey patch

pwned.... enough said

random tree of life (paint marker)

illustration for a print i did recently

My Stolen Memories (If you are my good friend or a person that wants to become good friends with me you should read this)

Before I start this post I want to first say thank you to my mother right off the bat because without any of her help I wouldn't be the person I am today. But the main reason I'm posting this because it seems like I lost grip of the this fact. One of the main reasons why I hate my father and myself is because at a young age my father stole my memories of all those times my mother took me on those long car rides at night and back during a time when it was just me and her against the world. It's discomforting to know that a relationship like that existed but there are no reminisce of these past events in my mind. And I no they happened but I don't remember anything that happened or exactly when they happened..... And every time a reminder comes up that these memories have been erased from my mind I can see the scorn in my mother's eyes by the man he hated the most. I can't stand to be in the same room as her when time like these are brought up by a few select words I may say and the worst part about it is that I don't know when I say them.

All the good memories of me and her all of the mini dates that we use to have and all of the random glimpses of those field trips that come to my mind in dreams for the 10 years I lived with my father. But to me they were only dreams. According to dictionary.com the definitions they give for dreams are:

1. A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
2. A daydream; a reverie.
3. A state of abstraction; a trance.
4. A wild fancy or hope.
5. A condition or achievement that is longed for; an aspiration: a dream of owning their own business.
6. One that is exceptionally gratifying, excellent, or beautiful: Our new car runs like a dream.

Now lets analyze this one definition that sticks out in my mind and horrifies me. A wild fancy or hope. At first I couldn't believe that my father destroyed and clouded all of the memories I had with my mother before I moved in with him. That all those amazing times that my aunt and all my mothers friends said that we had all reduced to "A wild fancy or hope" by my father. When I went to my father to speak to him about my mother about all these nice dreams of things we use to do to ask him why I was having these thoughts. And all he would do would remind me with the silly mind game he was playing with his own son of how my mother was a back stabbing bitch that only wanted him for his money. And he constantly warned me of how I should never go around her in fear of her abusing me mentally and physically. This ladies and gentlemen is what I call a mind fuck. So all of those memories from my childhood trying to visit me through my dreams of mother were erased and by a sadistic control freak known as my father. And now all I can remember is all the long days of labor that my father put me through. All those times where my father made me feel like I'd never be shit unless I was underneath him and I had no hope unless I helped him or did shit his way. He never encouraged me to go out on my own and do my own thing. My childhood and my time of growing into adulthood was robbed of me and now I don't know were to go. Because the man that was suppose to teach me to be a man and taught me how to be a dependent coward or how most people like to call it.... a bum. I learned absolutely nothing from that man except for the bear basics and he even went as far to make me believe that I was lucky for even learning that. When in retrospect he was dooming me for the moment I turned 18 because I would either be out on my ass or in college at a place I didn't want to be at. This man seems to be evil to me if I ever saw it. So for all the skeptics that think I'm complicated or think I over think shit too much. Why don't you try being me for 2 seconds and looking your mother in the eye and saying words that chill her to the very bones or even make her sick to her stomach or even sick at the sight of you and not even no what you did to make her feel the way she does, then you tell me how much I over react about things or think I over complicate things too much for my own good or even over think things. And after reading this if you ever speak to me in conversation, friend or acquaintance, and I tell you that I don't have a real father or speak to him now u no. This is an issue I have to deal with and no one can help me unless I let you in or think u can help me, and for this reason I don't want you pity I only want your understanding and patience. I'm sorry again mom for anyway that I've hurt you in the past present or future.

A taste of me

Paint Marker Sketch From Sketchbook


A skeleton study I did while at CIA


recent piece "216"
Paint Marker and Acrylic

Time to Drop People

Hey guys for you all that don't no me my name is Alex. Recently after graduating high school and going through the tough experience of realizing that my father is really the man he says he is and not even being on speaking terms with him, to losing my grandfather, and having a really stressful summer. I believe that it has come to my attention that some people I just really need to drop people from high school. Don't worry you no who you are if your safe, if I speak with you at least more than once every couple weeks your ok with me and you will be spared. But it has come to my recent attention that some people need to be dropped if I want to obtain my true goals in life. Many people I see are beginning to hold me back and even threaten my chances of living my life to the fullest and fulfilling my life long dream and passion to one day go to art school and New York and become a very well established graphic designer/illustrator if i choose so.(by the way i plan on posting pieces frequently so keep an eye out for them). So on that note I leave you with 2 messages if I don't speak to you and i either seem like im avoiding you or completely stop talking to you don't take it personally but I need people with my best intrest in mind in my corner and I don't have enough time or space in my life for bullshit so if you have any shitty advice I can use it as toliet paper to whipe my ass. O and yea my final point WE GO HARD IN THE PAINT. (that was for you AWC)
Outside of putting that out there,
MUCH LOVE TO ALL :)
Alex