Sketches and Ephemera

I found this cute as a button little bugger on the sidewalk on my way to the studio. Placid outside of a Portuguese bakery. He has a resting place now in the bowl of Trinity-Bellwoods. A nice bed in the dirt covered with last year’s leaves and a shady hours to live in the infinite. [...]

Once again, doing what I said I’d never do… crossing the streams of art and cycling. Sorry though to Kale as there’s still no way I’m buying an “art bell” for my bike. As some lame get-out-of-jail card I’ll say this is just practice for my upcoming month in Dawson City with the most likely [...]

Back from the fucking dead! What was written here before was written by an asshole named me. Instead: Here is a man (above) who did what I try to talk people out of, but ended up loving it and spreading the joy. So what the fuck do I know? Arghh… Proven wrong in Penticton.

Rather than John’s charming and malformed simpleton portrait, you’ve retained your faculties but at a price. Smart as a whip not as smart as a bullet, eh, College Boy?

The best pedal platform ever. That’s right… ever! Don’t even get me started on the SPD family. Also, you’re witnessing a large transgression of my rule to never combine art and cycling. The other week I started buying milk at 7-11, another thing I said I’d never do again.