greetings from sunny guadalajara mexico. mi amigo sam flores and i were sent here to give a lecture and teach a workshop. the workshop was cancelled, so we just talked, painted some big dudes, drank mas cervecas, and mostly fucked around. i am really starting to get tired of the road, and miss north beach. a few more weeks i guess. below is the theme song for my life this summer, and a few gem snapshots from old mexico…

DEAR SEATTLE:
a big thanks to everyone who came out last saturday night to see my show. we had good times, showed some art, made new friends, and enjoyed a few laughs and some oat sodas while we were at it. that makes 7 out of 7 shows in 2010, and officially closes the art show part of “the road less travelled” mobile art tour. big thanks to jen at space 619 in pioneer square, jay and richard from upper playground, roy and candice of the seattle spb, and the good people of seattle for giving a shit. this song goes out to everyone who gives a shit. rest in peace jimi. next stop mexico…

DEAR PORTLAND: i love you. i am soooooo sad to leave this city. thanks to everyone who came out to the show on saturday, we like the good times. packing the van today, loading up the travel bros, and heading on to seattle. portland, i will be back to see you again as soon as i can, until then, this elton john classic goes out to you from me xoxoxoxox…

so, its that time again…hitting the road again for the 3rd and final leg of this mobile art tour known as “the road less travelled”. this time up to the northwest for shows in portland and seattle, two of my favorite cities anywhere. i have another new batch of paintings, good vibes, funny travelling companions, and some other suprizes in store for the northwesterners. if you are anywhere near portland on the 10th of july, and seattle on the 17th, please come out, get your art on, and party down with us in a major way. see you there, or you are square.

i am a man of means, by no means…

my grandfather, nickolas d’agostino, 1908-2010, passed away yesterday. he was the single biggest creative influence in my life. he was born in nyc, grew up at the tail end of the “gangs of new york” era of new york. he hopped trains, he lived like a hobo. he survived a rattlesnake bite on the ass in the desert. he drove a fire truck off a cliff in long island and lived to tell the tale, and pay for the wrecked fire truck. he never had a drivers license. he wore alot of brown. he met my grandmother on a bus, and proposed to her on their first date. he was the oldest living member of trout unlimited, a large national fishing organization. he was the first member of my family to go to california. his uncle art directed king kong and got him a job working on sets in hollywood. he met walt disney, had cocktails with john wayne, and went fishing with rock hudson. he also once told ronald regan to fuck off, right before getting fired from a movie set. he is the only proof in my family tree that i am not adopted. he was a very creative man, who made his living by making things with his hands. i loved him very much, and wouldnt be the artist i am today without his influence…