This is my friend Louise while she read me a bit of The Road at her house.

The Book of Tree Planting Suicides (Trailer 2)

The Book of Tree Planting Suicides has received a great response! I sold all 37 copies (minus one that I kept for myself)! Recently, I reprinted some pages I was missing to complete the edition of 50 copies, so in a minute (or several hours) once I finish binding them, there should be 15 copies left. Who wants one? They are $25 each and $2.20 for shipping if you aren't in Montreal (or I'm coming to Toronto in Nov.). I will never print them again so we're talking limited edition here. To commemorate the completion of the printing, here I will release another one of the images.

All 50 copies officially printed and bound with two APs (Artist Proofs) also!

Dead Bird Under a Bridge

I thought I'd lost these!

I painted this one fine Sunday on a day off in Midway, BC under a bridge, over the Kettle river, right by my camp. I hadn't tried free hand spray painting probably since my mural in Barcelona in the Sitges abandoned water park. I was supposed to do this a lot over the course of the summer. I had a crate of spray paint in my car, but I failed miserably except for this one sketch. There's my dead bird, the mascot for winning and free love apparently. It was one of those times when I thought it was terrible and never wanted to look at it again, and then last minute on my way out of Midway at the end of the season I took a picture as an afterthought. I think it's pretty good for having no free hand skills. Getting good at this is on my to do list. I'm thinking about practicing with just dead birds until I get really good at them and figure out my style and some tricks. Also, I think I'm changing my street art name again. It's going to by Y-BOT. Just you wait. 

Action/Adventure Hero Dreams

I had another one of my action/adventure hero dreams recently. Me and my crew of warriors were escaping from some evil force. We were running through an open field and I discovered that I could jump really high and spin. I jumped so high that I was able to reach the clouds. The clouds were a fluffy firm consistency, like cotton, that I could grab hold of. When I manage to haul myself up on a cloud, there is my friend Justin hanging out in his boxer shorts! I give him a big hug and it is understood that he is dead/was thought of as dead so I'm very happy to see him relaxed and well.