I'm obsessed with Keith Haring.

So he gets a page. 

simple lines & clean shapes

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Ahh, ads. A necessary evil. 

I don't brag about these on my instagram, but the fact is, everyone needs ads because everyone is in sales. From fruit companies to instagram tea models, you have a client and you do need to sell. Might as well make those ads look clean and professional. 

the big island

black rock volcanoes

and kona coffee beans

and pineapple oh my god the pineapple

and hawaii has this smell

this coconut humidity

and the night sky has a purple filter

with stars that your photos don't show

or dive underneath to the ocean floor

and play with manta rays 

what a beautiful speck of island in this world

One time an art teacher told me the negative to my art was "everything looked too cartoony"...

So that part of me still is amazed people pay me money to draw them cartoons. By people, I mean national brands. Take that, art teacher.

cold pressed juices, specifically

lately I've been into these green elixirs 

conciously thinking more about eating my food alive

spinach and dark leafy greens

sharp hits of lemon and ginger

sweet apple & whatever leftover fruit I have

vroooom. live nutrients straight into my bloodstream. 

green magic

I have no interest in working with anyone who is too important or too good or too traditional to take a call at 3am

— KANYE WEST (@kanyewest) January 10, 2016

Yes, small business entrepreneur that randomly found my website and is thinking to yourself, "This chick seems pretty cool, I wonder if she does logos? I really need one!", or "The free logo my girlfriend's brother/neighbor/dogsitter did for me worked at the time but I'm ready to take my business to the next level", the answer is yes! I do logos. I love working with clients and businesses in creating custom designs and illustrations to encapsulate your brand's aesthetic. 

HMU for logo requests and quotes. Let's curate some vibez bruh

If these works look like they were created at 4am in Barcelona, it's bc they were. Running on pure insomnia and grilled cheeses. Parles Catala?

I don't need to talk about branding, do I? I can throw around some buzzwords if you need me to, but let's face it. We're all millennials here, (probably), and we all know how important your brand's identity is.

< V E R Y > 

To give your small business, your side hustle, your passion, a real chance in this world it deserves a proper, professional look. And with authentic, strong branding, it will.

This is where I come in.

From websites,

product designs,

business cards,

brochures,

social media (good god let's not forget social media),

to fast food paper tray inserts (yes, I have designed them),

I can be your company's go-to for all the odds and ends that pop up with marketing.

Please, let me design that newspaper ad. Your business will thank you. 

issa okapi set 

Bonaire is a small little island 24miles x 7miles, in the south central Caribbean about 40 miles north of Venezuela. The local language is Papiamento, a creole sounding spanish/portuguese mix with lots of Dutch thrown in. Everyone here is Dutch, speaks Dutch, and talks about Dutch things. The island itself is super quiet, nothing like the raucous SE Asia party islands of last year. Think, old Dutch couples taking a coffee at 6am. On a island with a population of 16k, everyone waves at each other.

The diving has been otherworldly. Because the entire island is surrounded by coral reefs, and the entire island is a National Marine Park, you can find 100s of dive spots that are truly pristine and in their natural state. A local told me it's the only island like it in the Caribbean, and come 25 years will be THE spot to - as other islands don't have the same protections for their reefs, and likely the corals won't be as alive and healthy. (Our oceans are dying, guys! Save the whales. Stop using plastic bottles.)

Former slave huts dot the coast line of one beach, reminding scuba divers driving by of the island's grim past as a slave trade hub. A salt mine looms ahead as flamingos dot the mangroves off the highway's shoulder. Professional kite surfers skim about, making it look easy on the  sea's glassy surface. The air is dry, and hot, and lizards and donkeys roam wildly around. The Caribbean island has way more cactus than you would think a Caribbean island would.

Being as close as it is to Venezuela, the beer had always been imported by a Venezuelan brewery, Polar, but since Polar's acquisition last year to an American company, the Venezuelan brew is running out. Polar is still imported to Bonaire, from Florida now, and the locals will tell you don't even bother. The packaging may be the same, but the beer is not. The last place to buy some original bottles of Polar is at the rundown Chinese restaurant on main street. My dive instructor takes me one evening after our dive. The beer, I must say, does taste better. The island of Bonaire is authentic, strange, and paradise for snorkelers and divers.

Enjoy the ride down the coast highway, past the slave huts, and explore more of the island here. 

all different styles, all custom created 

"I don't Twitter, I don't MyFace, I don't Yearbook," said Bill Bellicheck. And only Bill Bellicheck.

For everyone who does not coach the New England Patriots, it's not only smart to have a presence on social media, it's necessary. 

And shouldn't your online presence be as professional as your business?

PETITION TO WATCH MORE SUNSETS THAN NETFLIX SAY AY

There's a place where the gold of heaven
Just drips when sunsets glow,
Where the picturesque pine and the coy columbine
And the timberline mignonette grow,
There's a region of wonderful whispers
That drift through the nation-old trees
There are purples and reds, in the shifting cloud-beds
That change with each echoful breeze.

There are valleys that yet are nameless
And mountains that spike the sky
And the regal blue spruce, that will produce
A charm to seduce the eye,
There are canyons that yawn as they grip you.
There are sentinel rocks austere-
There are operas unsung, there are pictures unhung
And silences made to hear.

You have stilled us and thrilled us with wonder
You have shown us the old earth in youth.
From somewhere out yonder, you taught us to ponder
On lessons of infinite youth.

-Clem Yore, Colorado. 1915

all universe, all planet, all moon.

all sky, all land, all ocean. 

When I was a baby, my Dad's career had us moving around the country on a fairly nomadic basis. Mamacita will tell you, bored with a baby in various big cities, she'd bring me to the art museums. She claims it was then, cruising marble hallways in the stroller with my sippy cup, that my love for the art museum was born.

And it’s true, I do still love a good one. The grand, perfectly symmetrical entryways. The audioguides. Planning your gallery strategy to maximize your time. Not planning your gallery strategy and getting completely lost in one section, room, or work, for hours. Rooms that randomly lead into other wings, other staircases, filled with more surprises, more art. Leaning in and seeing the brushstrokes close up. Experiencing the size of a painting, whether it's surprisingly big (Picasso's Guernica), or smaller than you woulda thought (Da Vinci's Mona Lisa). The connection of standing in front of canvas, in the same view the artist did years ago, and feeling that physical energy... Wow. Proper imagining of the time period and context it was painted in truly has the power to transport you to another world. That magical 30 minutes as the museum empties out before she closes and you have the masterpieces to yourself. And when it's time to leave, I'm never sad to go because it means walking through the gift shop. I always make sure to buy an exhibit poster or a print of a work on display, (I have dreams of having a big wall filled with framed, classy versions of the semi-banged up collection I've drug around the world with me in cardboard tubes.) Touchdown in a new city and one of my first thoughts always is, do they have any art museums? What do they have? The masters justify the ticket price, but the potential to fall in love with NEW artists keeps the thrill alive. Hell, my tinder bio currently reads, “Art museums by day, party animal by night."

Like everything, Mama knows best and is probably right. My love for the art museum was born decades ago, and grew with me into my current artist self. When I see kids wandering a gallery my heart swells. 'There goes some future creatives. Getting inspired and they don't even know it,' I think to myself.

So let’s go kill a couple hours and wander around those marble hallways. And in the meantime, here are a few of my favorite afternoons spent with audioguides 

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving. -Frida Kahlo

Playing with colors, lines, and my girl Frida ❤️💛💚💙💜

Nudes, 2017

Acrylic on Canvas

30x40 inches

$800

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