Be Happy, Be Smile

my niece and nephew as storm shadow and snake eyes, wishing for peace… so freakin’ cute… i asphyxiate.

(Source: sumahi)

CHAMURAI #8 of 10. digital.  2011
Throwback Monday…now Tuesday. I drew 10 images a while back for my brother, and only posted a couple. This is one of my favorites.
I’ve always been a sucker for scratchiness in art. Somehow from all the chaos of line, emerges definition and clarity. Everything is accidental. Everything is deliberate. blah blah blah.
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“This week or last week
I don’t really care about it anymore
I write myself this later
I tell myself you let me go
Without me
Oh what’s wrong with you
Monday Monday Monday

Your house or mine
I don’t really care about it anymore
I close my eyes
I make myself unhappy so you’ll go
Without me
Oh what’s wrong with you
Monday Monday Monday

Oh, and I
I say damn your mood swings
Damn your mood swings
Oh, and I
I say damn your moodswings
Damn your mood swings
I’m calling out
I don’t really care for your city anymore
I spend the night
I lay awake and miss you when you go
Without me
Oh what’s wrong with you
Monday Monday Monday

Oh, and I
I say damn your mood swings”

MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY by TEGAN and SARA from the album IF IT WAS YOU

BANG!
graphite. 2011.

Being able to draw hands shaped like guns is the reason I wanted to be an artist…

It’s safe to come out now that the election is over and we’ve managed to save the human race for at least another 4 years…

…so when did condoms in porn become an issue?

Taylor Swift is cool.
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“I’m pretty sure we almost broke up last night. I threw my phone across the room at you.
I was expecting some dramatic turn-away, but you stayed. This morning I said we should talk about it. ‘Cause I read you should never leave a fight unresolved. That’s when you came in wearing a football helmet and said “okay, let’s talk.”

And I said, Stay, stay, stay.
I’ve been lovin’ you for quite some time, time, time.
You think that it’s funny when I’m mad, mad, mad.
But I think that it’s best if we both stay.

Before you, I’d only dated self-indulgent takers, that took all of their problems out on me. But you carry my groceries, and now I’m always laughin’. And I love you because you have given me no choice but to:

You took the time to memorize me: my fears, my hopes, and dreams.
I just like hangin’ out with you, all the time. All those times that you didn’t leave; It’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you, for my whole life.
Stay.
And I’ll be loving you for quite some time.
No one else is going to love me, when I get mad, mad mad.
So I think that it’s best if we both stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay.”

STAY, STAY, STAY from the album RED by TAYLOR SWIFT

sumahi:

Akli’e’, lahi-hu, as a chiba, or a sheep for Halloween.

OH M-Y GOD. This is causing my body to self-destruct!

My crazy niece & nephew doing the “water bottle dance”

(Source: sumahi)

FIFA 13: Delucks Edition. digital.

I promise to post some real artwork soon :(

It’s back! Fifa 13 is here, and it’s officially distracting me from my artistic duties. This year the US version only had Messi on the cover, so I had to spice it up with some photoshop sweetness. Cyrus, Me, and Giant Teddy Bear make our obligatory appearances on the remixed cover :)  Check out the archive for the last years custom cover. Bonus points for anyone who can identify 2 out of the 3 “real” footballers on the cover.
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”Know what good you’ve done, seems like on just a whim
No one can be on, all sides at once
Every day something strange I can’t explain happens to me
Often I am called by name to clean up aisle 13
No one knows ‘cause no one wants to Know what they might find
No one sees ‘cause no one wants to see what’s in their mind
Don’t be all so all afraid, everyone has weird dreams
One day I’ll come home to find you covered with ants ‘cause you’re so sweet
No one knows ‘cause no one wants to Know what they might find
No one sees ‘cause no one wants to see what’s in their mind”

“AISLE 13” from the album THERE IS NO ENEMY by BUILT TO SPILL

sumahi:

My awkwardly smiling kids

MY AWKWARDLY SMILING NEPHEW AND NIECE :)

KETCHUP AND MUSTARD AND CREAM. 2012. pen and ink.

Road trips are the same for everyone, even condiments.

“i need to poo”… makes me laugh every time i look at this.

Stopped at a Colorado diner. Bummed out by all the death on the menu. Found solace in the ketchup, mustard, and cream.

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“Cooling out cooling out
Waiting for my lady got the special sauce that’s why she’s my baby my baby
My baby
And of course I’ll do anything for her anything she wants
It’s sure honey sure
Got a sharp mouth a sharp tongue gimme gimme gimme some
Don’t take to that gimme gimme none
You gots to work and deserve it earn it to own it
Once you got it you never ever going to leave it alone don’t take wise cracking or
Forgetting never been stood up
She does the stepping

My baby got sauce
Your baby ain’t sweet like mine
She got sauce
Your baby ain’t sweet like mine
She got sauce
Your baby ain’t sweet like mine
Naw, she ain’t as sweet

That’s some funky lemonade you got going there babe
Is it special for me
Did you make it today
I’ll always stop by if you like me to
I’ll do anything that you could ever want for me to do
A kiss for some of this
A smile and it’s done
Miss I’m your mister
My sister’s your sister
My mother’s your mother father’s your father
It all started when I kissed her I missed her cheek it was love at first sight
Yo, it’s better when it started
I ain’t broken hearted but baby
I need some time, some time alone with the crew to do the stupid things that we used to do
Upon this she slapped me
With a frying pan
Yo, This is love I’m not gonna leave it

Baby, what I would do for just one look in my direction
I gave you all I have, but you still act mad, you don’t give me no attention.

My baby’s got sauce and of course as a matter of cause she does what she
Wants to cause, her, she’s the boss
Please don’t tell my friends about the situation
Cause like they think I’m on some extended vacation
Cause I don’t get out to see my boys anymore
Only time I leave the house is to go to the store for some more
What she wants what she
Wants what she wants me for
What could she want this time
I’m all hers
And no, she ain’t even mine ain’t even mine
Believe me what she do at night I don’t know
But, baby, I could guess that it ain’t right
She got me waiting comes in late and I’m trying not to raise my voice
Negotiating it
I’m confident that she’ll win the argument
I shouldn’t even started it I’m broken hearted I can’t be parted, ya’ll
I need a taste
So I count my loss

Dig…”

BABY’S GOT SAUCE from the album G LOVE & SPECIAL SAUCE by the band G LOVE & SPECIAL SAUCE

OOPS.pen and ink. 2012.

Dude.
I have the intention of posting new art on this blog everyday.
But for some reason it takes me three years to post a freaking doodle that i did in ten minutes :(

PS: This banana is the bomb…
AND the riper a banana is, the better it is for you.

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“The paint’s peeling off the streets again
And I’ll drive and close my eyes in Michigan
And I feel nothing, not brave
It’s a hard day for breathing again

And the heat is chasing all, all your friends
And their scattered bodies part to the shore again
And I feel nothing, not sane
It’s a hard day for dreaming again

And oh, I’m not going back
To the assholes that made me a perfect display
Of random acts of hopelessness
I wish I could stay here
But I think we’re all ready, think we’re all ready

And I feel nothing, not sane
It’s a hard day for dreaming again

And oh, now that you’ve seen
Almost all of America
All you can say is
“Where is all the water?”
And the war has been over
For years since you gave up

And last night, where the road had started
Last night, when my hands were choking you
Last night, when the room and your moon was dipping
And last night, when the ropes were pulling you in

You said, “Hey, how could you love me this way?”
You said, “Hey”
But I think we’re all ready, think we’re all read”

PAINT’S PEELING from the album THE EXECUTION OF ALL THINGS by RILO KILEY