Sunday, December 25, 2016

Happy Holidays




Happy Holidays kindly visitor. In a harrowing year, it strikes me that of all our natural resources, decency seems shortest in supply. Perhaps we can be more mindful, open to listening to each other, and truly cherish what togetherness is. Fractured spirits can be healed.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Monday, July 18, 2016

Don't Make Me Come Back...

On a search for whale sightings in Pacifica the other day, we came up empty but I had fun with one of the photos I shot.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Scribe Spotlight

Here's an interview with yours truly about my weird, wacky life in graphic recording. The English call it scribing, which makes it sound quite posh indeed. http://ludiccreatives.com/blogpost/scribe-spotlight-kevin.html I swear this is how I look when I'm pensive ;)

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Cradle the Sun: Give Light Challenge


This is my call to action for the ‪#‎GivelightChallenge‬.
The Give Light Foundation is a wonderful organization dedicated to
bringing shelter, education and family to orphaned children around the
world.

Please visit http://www.givelight.org/ to learn more.

You can also visit facebook.com/cradlethesunandmoon if you'd like to follow the progress on my book.

Saturday, April 9, 2016

RIP Marie Hatch



This piece is dedicated to the memory of Marie Hatch and the elderly who after decades of living here, are in danger of being put out on the street. These people are not statistics, but your human family. Remember how fragile we all were when we first came into this world and how that never truly goes away. We are all flowers.



A subject that’s been weighing on me heavily for a long while now is displacement. It encompasses the rampant homelessness, refugees that are struggling to survive worldwide, and the treacherous path that this city is following in regards to gentrification. It reached a fever pitch for me last month in the passing of Marie Hatch, a 97 year old woman who was in danger of eviction after 66 years of living in a quaint Burlingame home. There are a slew of untold stories of the elderly being evicted, most of which seems to fade into the ether. And just this week, Luis Gongora, recently evicted from his Mission apartment, was shot by the police. Of course, like most of these cases, there are conflicting accounts as to what happened, but it only took less than 30 seconds for this man’s life to be ended.



The saddest thing I can think of is someone dying of a broken heart, not metaphorically, but feeling such emotional anguish that they physically lose everything. What I’m most concerned about is the erosion of our collective empathy over time. How can we better bridge those gaps so the less fortunate don’t fall through them? What actions and words will we choose to mend that pain, inside and out?



There are not only people dying of broken hearts, but of broken minds as well. There has always been a fair amount of mental illness on our streets, but I think it’s even more pronounced with the unchecked greed that is actively terraforming the cultural landscape. I understand the natural fear of physical harm by a person whose mind is not stable. But I also think it’s our responsibility to get educated on what we can do and how we understand these conditions.



Sources:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lq8ymPPfRBw



http://www.sfgate.com/crime/article/Video-shows-San-Francisco-police-shooting-7237146.php?cmpid=fb-mobile



http://www.nbcnews.com/news/asian-america/tech-boom-fuels-elderly-evictions-san-francisco-n128901



http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/apr/09/san-francisco-homeless-man-police-killing-luis-gongora

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Exquisite Corpse

Over the past month, I've been playing a loose game of exquisite corpse with myself. There's no real connective theme other than whimsy.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Where do we go in our dreams?


I tend to watch really difficult films on my birthday, dating back to Silence of the Lambs 25 years ago. This year was no different with a viewing of "Room". This line is inspired by a line in the film where Jack asks his Ma: "Where do we go in our dreams?

Children ask these questions all the time, but it feels like an epiphany in this special film. I wonder why we don't ask these questions of each other more often.

Do the Nae Nae


Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Late Night Spitpaint

A fun stream of consciousness late night sketch. Getting inspired by the Spitpaint community.