Combining philanthropy with celebrity swag

My painting, Blue Mala, was featured in the Red Carpet Style Lounge held in honor of the Academy Award festivities, in advance of the Academy Award ceremonies Feb. 26. This painting with a skateboard-inspired frame was specially selected for the event. The skateboard-inspired frame highlights my passion for supporting Skateworks, a youth development group combining skateboarding with education, innovation and economic opportunities. A percentage of sales from my online store are being donated to The Association for Tribal Heritage to bring programs such as Skateworks and Longboarding for Peace to native American youth, offering a combination of skateboarding, education and economic opportunities. Read the press release here.   Want your own Blue Mala? Buy it in my online store...
Ceiling Tiles and Other Floating Objects Above My Head

Ceiling Tiles and Other Floating Objects Above My Head

  I was born in the city—New York, Manhattan, The Big Apple—filled with the fast-paced dreaming of artists and musicians, Wall Street money, high fashion, big science, yummy food, Broadway musicals and everything light, dark, in between and beyond. As a kid, the nighttime noise of the city was my lullaby and I would lay awake in my bed listening to the sounds. I would stare up at the vast white ceiling above me, imagining pathways filled with vibrant swirling colors that I could follow deep into the dream time. Manhattan was wondrous to my little kid eyes and I would take it all in, watching the city go by as I stared out the windows of the public bus on my way to school. I had to catch the cross-town bus at a stop by Central Park and the old wall and hexagon like stone tiles that made up the sidewalk surrounding the park mesmerized me. I would wait at the bus stop, running my fingers across the bumpy textured wall, staring at the tiles, their shapes burning into my mind. Each individual worn edge, none the same; created by millions of feet over a hundred years all fit perfectly together. There was a deep black of what once were grout lines between them and the different shades of gray reflecting against the dark brown of the wall and the benches where I would sit and wait. I memorized those lines; each tile was a mandala to me, some sort of graphic meditation while I waited for the bus to arrive. Manhattan was wondrous to my little kid...
Meditation on Painting

Meditation on Painting

When the closure comes and the finale is apparent Running is no longer possible As paralysis sets in, the fear is overwhelming. Only floating is possible Because nothing else is real The desperate search for truth leaves you lonesome and sometimes useless Only art is real Only creation is full The emptiness is lost as timelessness begins. In the frenzy of birthing, the thick liquid of color The mixing and melding of a soul. Only here is reality When I begin Crawling inside The fullness of space, invisible yet so tangible Screaming with life Sonic sounds that vibrate and pulse Causing chaos and churning and gasping for breath Takes you to that place of solitude Where quietly and subtlety penetration begins The silent part that hides and waits Till the emptiness is complete Saying, yes, I am here And for one single moment fills all things up All holes and crevices where energy has leaked Calming the chaos Preparing the dreamer, the soul, the body, for what is to come. Here is the turning, the spinning, the wonder, The whirling and whirling That cleanses the soul and casts out the devils With outstretched arms Embraced by a beat more ancient than time All lifetimes pass by, meshed together in a blur of memory And the clearing is made The choices are clear The painting...
Sunday Meditation Just Before Dawn

Sunday Meditation Just Before Dawn

To go within and fly.  Fly deeper and faster than ever before.  I, released from the form that binds me to this world, in the open door of the universe, I flew between the stars, through the galaxies, into a sun and out the other side.  To be a part of the spiraling arms of the Milky Way directly towards a triune structure that is the infrastructure to all we know in this universe. In between the stars, the sparks that are falling and fallen from the point of nothingness into existence. I, nothing more than a beam of light, a heartbeat, a breath, I, having no self to be an I; flew faster and deeper to the place where galaxies line up and spiral around each other, where they emerge from the point of nothingness. I, nothing more than a beam of light spilt into a rainbow and joined the stars and the sparks which are the stars and the suns nothing more than the breath of God. I, became the triune structure and then collapsed into it, being nothing more than a glyph among a million trillion billion other glyphs. Falling down the center of the structure only to be caught by a hand of light that filled me with love and kindness, and lifted me back up to the top. Back to the singularity where I could peek in and see that there was much more than nothing there. Inside that point of light was the beam of the lightest pink ever known and in that pink was the love, which created the triune and the...