Living the Dream

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I grew up at "the end of the road" in the very small size woodsy town called Ely in way northern Minnesota (5hrs north of Minneapolis) and quickly got out ;) Went to MCAE art school for 11th and 12th grade in Minneapolis. After that I just journeyed around a bunch!, a bunch a bunch! from Arizona to Colorado, from Seattle to San Francisco and every where around them, with of course the adventure to Europe and traveling all over from Spain to Amsterdam judging the Cannabis Cup to skiing down the Swiss Alps, seeing the Dali museum and sitting at Jim Morrison's grave. I now live in Seattle with friends and family spread out all over, I love to paint and to pay the bills I've worked lots of jobs but I'm good with people so restaurant work has made for a good fit. Plus with the whole jump up and go traveling thing. What else, what else... I don't know there's tons, look for the book. And Hey! Please comment (remember you need to follow me to comment) and I'm still painting so there's often new stuff, I'd love to have you as a follower and hear your comments, or as known on my page a dream makers :)

GORIO

DS Flipbook
343 Frames
Music is me playing guitar
 and singing

DS cell animation, that means I drew it frame by frame. I'll take two lumps of patience with my animation please :) The story behind this one is obviously inspired and dedicated to one of my dearest friends in the world Greg. Through the many years I've known Greg also rarely known as Gorio I certainly gone over his house to hang out a million times. It was a house like apartment, with if I remember about 4 to 6 apts., so not real big. He had this big ol porch with big white pillars on either side of the steps going into the entrance, a bed of white rocks boarded the grass and porch. So now that you have the visual... Once in going over to his place when he was expecting me, he wasn't answering his buzzer. So I waited around, and waited (before cell phones) and waited, then I took some white rocks and started placing them down to form letters, in my waiting and to be cute I start writing "Greg Eats Ass" then I finish and sit back on the porch and continue to wait... ( I pretty patient, plus the public transportation and I lived far enough away, you get the point) so I'm waiting and I grab a rock and use it to carve some farmiliar words into his pillar. After writing "Greg Eats Ass"  into the pillar, I went home, but we joked about it  for years. So years and years later we both are living in SF in the same apt building and late one night he says come on up and hang out. ( he lived five floors above me) so I go upstairs and in the short amount of time it took me to get up there he has already passed out cold. So he's not answering his door, oh yea you got it. I went back down to my apartment, got a knife and in the corner of his door carved "Greg Eats Ass". So all that is where this is inspired from. I will say in knowing my dear friend Greg for so long, I've never known him to actually eat ass.

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