Shorty ain’t gonna take no harsh language from some pencil neck. She’s bigger than that.

Monster loves Thai food.

Shot spur of the moment without a script at my friend’s restaurant in Taiwan, just for delicious fun.

Sandy feet, the sound of waves, jump in the water when it’s hot, then dry off in the sun.

Sadly, my pair of black shoes, shoes I’ve had for around 10 years now through high school orchestra, college, work in Indiana, and now this dance, have sacrificed themselves for the cause. By the end of shooting, the foam in the soles had disintegrated and fell away in both shoes to join the rubble of the storm drain.

And if you ever want to trip someone out, make a photo mask of their face and wear it when you meet them. Even better when they’re looking away, and then you say “Hey, look at this” and there they are staring at their own face. It’s a strange, confusing mind melting moment.. Thankfully the earth was not destroyed in the process!

Bird
Dye Painted Fabric

Le Sacre Coeur
mixed media

Dew
oil

Polar Bears Have Black Skin
etching

Penguin Cloud
woodblock print

Yeti
4×5 film

India Sketches
pencil, charcoal, ink

Mahabodhi
ink

Ice Bridge
photo collage

P Step Step Step Step Ste
etching

H a p nes
etching

Boracay
mixed media

Boracay Bat
mixed media

Boracay Giant Sloth
mixed media

Cebu Panda
mixed media

Cebu Monkey
mixed media

Sterotypical Mad Scientist
dye painted fabric

Smiley
dye painted fabric

Human
dye painted fabric

Panda | dye painted fabric

Bear
monotype

Sheepish
monotype

Fish
monotype

Chicago
mixed media

Instinct
lithograph

I have all of these collected in a book. However, you’d have to find me in person or send me a message if you want one. Fortunately for you, though, all the images are online! You can also check them out on Flickr.

Don’t need much to have fun. With only a trike and their companionship, Keisha and Jaer played outside my apartment in the Philippines with the exuberance and imagination that little kids innately possess, and only few adults hold onto.

Song is “We’re Going to be Friends” by Jack Johnson

Who needs an iphone and fancy shoes?

More Photos.

Beaches, booze, ooze, girls and ghouls.

The paradise island Boracay is being invaded by waves of foreign monsters, eroding the natural beauty until nothing is left but the facade of human spectacle. Boracay is where tourists show up for the week expecting to relax, get sucked into the night life, stay up all night, and end up leaving the island more exhausted than when they came. It’s where death goes to have fun, and people turn him down.

The extremes come out into the open, like day to night. It is a resort where people save up money to spend their vacation, it is also an island where some of the locals don’t have enough money to get off the island. There are only more tourists to come.

Here’s a New York Times article that goes into Boracay a little more in depth: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/11/travel/11Next.html

Music is “Traffickers” by The Reflecting Skin.

The hotel room, designed to make you feel at home, or rather, like you aren’t somewhere many many miles away. Sometimes I’d rather not stay in a hotel room. I’d rather get out and see the streets and the people and be woken up by that chicken or garbage truck or loud music that comes at around six in the morning.

Other times I’d rather hole myself up in that well equipped space, and just let my mind decompress. It’s really about what the head needs: more input, or less.

Foreign places are some of the most inspiring, intriguing, interesting, and all those other i_____ing words out there. A world full of new distractions that works on all of the senses. Walking down the street to get a bite to eat can be an adventure.

Yet sometimes the head can get too full and it just needs to take, well, a mental dump. Free from distractions and newness, where the temperature is always the same and so too, the artwork on the wall is always horrible.

All of this multiplies when traveling with someone, and the threshold becomes higher to venture out into the true unknown if you both aren’t up for anything.

For a long while I didn’t want to stay in any hotel because, well, how drab. But sometimes that’s what the head needs, even more than the body (although the whole regulated temperature and nice big bed provided their own reliefs which put the mind at ease in their own way).

This hotel was provided by a host, undoubtedly one of the best hotels in the city (signaled with one of the highest and most neon-illuminated signs in the city). So thank you to that host; the Chinese people I’ve met are some of the most hospitable I’ve ever met.

Although I must add, one difference about Chinese hotels? Most have the added “feature” of a KTV on one of the floors. Then again, I try to stay as far away as possible from all the forms of KTV, so maybe that’s a strike against hotels.

Using a payphone, how traditional.

Our hosts thought it amusing to dress us up in the traditional clothing found now at tourist stops, like the southern great wall in Hunan Province.