The New.  
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We might even get loaded.
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9 Frames, 2 Days In Springfield, Illinois.

What I've failed to show you are the insane temperatures, ridiculous humidity, rat-sized mosquitos, "The Horseshoe", and the aftermath of The Horseshoe.  Consider yourself lucky.
2 days in Springfield, Illinois.  Job went well, considering everything stacked against us; from the aforementioned temps, delayed flights, rental car mishaps, and the expectations of our subject being completely different from what the client actually needed.


Go West.

If you can make it, get there... go west.  Which reminds me of being 11 years old in a 1981 Toyota Corolla station wagon with my dad, my 2 brothers, and my German Shepherd, driving around Mexico for 3 weeks.  I had a walkman and a single cassette - Midnight Oil on one side, and The Pet Shop Boys on the other.  I haven't listened to either since, although my friend Jeffrey Lee had a period in high school where he got way into the Pet Shop Boys.  I should call him and give him some shit for that.

On A Completely Unrelated Note:

If anybody knows the logistics/how-to's/bullshit-dealings of getting me this bike imported from Japan, please let me know.  I need this in my life.  So out of character, but so perfect.


Ninja, defeated.

Heidi took her motorcycle rider's course over the weekend.  She was all over me all day yesterday to go out so she could show me what she learned.
So, this morning we went out for a little jam around the neighborhood.  She was right - she learned a lot... she's exactly 63.7% better than our first parking lot sessions a few weeks ago.
We rolled around for 30 minutes or so, then headed back home to get ready for the day.
Everything went fantastic until she was about 15 feet from our driveway...

And that's when our neighbor ran over her.  I watched the whole thing as I followed on the bagger, about 50 feet behind her... just slammed it in reverse, didn't look at all, and hooked right out of his driveway and right into my girl.

The Ninja's gonna be down for a minute, but Heidi's a trooper... not a scratch, not deterred from riding in the least.  In fact, she laughed it off while trying to comfort the dumbfuck who had just ran her over - he was crying like a little girl.  He's probably still crying.


Leaving Las Vegas.

Every 6 months or so I have a "career crisis".  I swear that I'm going to finally get out of my longtime home of Utah and move to NYC or LA - to a bigger market, where I can get my work in front of more people and work without flying into a major city every time I shoot.
And then Utah throws days like today at me.
And I remember that this is my yard.
And I remember that plane tickets aren't really that expensive.

Calling All Level 7 Warlocks and 45 Year Old Man-Children:

Yesterday Sean and I ran over to the second Grim warehouse to snag a few photos of inventory.  While there, Sean showed me this gem that he'd unearthed while digging through the hundreds of tanks on his shelves... I guess it slipped past him in the initial move.  
Someone actually spent a fair amount of time on this.  I've definitely seen worse airbrush jobs...
(And yes, of course we have a piano in warehouse number 2.  Because we're classy like that.)



Progress from today's spare few minutes.


If you're not familiar with Dustin Ortiz's work, you really should be.  Lucky for you, he's showing at Mode Boutique on Friday... get on it.



I've wanted to try my hand at doin' some sort of captain-fancy-paint helmet for a while.  Today I finally pulled one out of the closet and started the process.  After wet sanding the clear off this old job, I kinda fell in love with the flat yellow... but I pressed on.  If I stopped here, I'd have only taught myself how to wet-sand clear coat.  And that's not the goal at all.
We'll see how this thing progresses...