more pictures of some of the same stuff.

I don't have any new fiction to add. Shame on me. I figured I should add some better pictures of this last table since I am trying to sell it and the others don't show it off too well. It's sitting in the kid-to-be's room. That would be why everything is in technicolor. I can also say that I am starting to see first hand how silly the schools are. I've been tutoring and it is wrong to see what some kids don't know. How could you graduate from high school and not know how to add two negative numbers or read a simple(albeit boring) twenty line story? It is an obvious commentary on schools and straight ridiculous. I have believed for a long time that undervaluing a demanding education is like shooting yourself in the foot. I don't get it. Hire more cops, lay off teachers. This must be a diabolical plan or the great deciders are f'n inept. People aren't stupid but they are fools and we're all getting played. I guess that's why we talk all day about basketball and suck down some cheap beer or pop pills or whatever it is we do to avoid the deception. They're all busy worrying about the wheels falling off on the great society while the motor is blown. "A nice candy coat will fix her right up." They say as a rat makes another nest under the hood. Most of us know this but what can we do? Bills are piling up and life demands attention. I have some faith in the mission of hope. I really do but it is tough to keep when banks are given money and schools are crumbling and we are still in a war. I forgot about that. We are in a two front war and the front page of the paper is about the sweet sixteen. The same paper that fired some of its best writers while sending three reporters to Kansas for sports. The media makes the news and it has decided sports is more important because it is easily profitable. This is leading me down a path of anger. Idiots leading a house of fools. That's the title of my American play. Enjoy the sun and have an awesome day.

it's another table.

The first two pictures are of a coffee table. Jasmine really likes it but she isn't a material girl so it is available. I might make another similar to it. I won't be able to recreate that scroll without some big equipment. Maybe it's just the end of an era.
The next picture is from a sweet corvette. Doesn't that make you want to get some whiskey and haul. The final one is me attempting to be artistic.

a tree and a funny story

Where the words go, I don't know. Each one of these has some form of story to go with it. I don't know how many of y'all know what "bag limit" is about but it's the best sign ever. The not as well shot picture is a necklace tree that I made. It is a funky ole thing, made from drift wood, a miscut monument that I busted up, a piece of scrap iron, string, and some cleverness. I hear that the owner is most pleased and that's all that matters.

things i have made and the formating is being a pain

That's a coatrack. The sections spin around and it comes apart with no tools. It is also the last steel thing I will make in the shiny finish unless someone really wants it.



Behold a coffee table. I'm still holding it for a friend who ordered it but he has a boy on the way and needs to save his winnings so it is available-ish. I can make another for him another time. The wood has been stained since this picture. I'm not sure what finish I like better but I can always refinish it. It's 1" thick oak. Strong stuff.

Another table. I found the piece of marble in Petey Wheatstraw's backyard. If you ever decide to sand marble, wear a mask. After about an hour trying to smooth the edges the night before my one opening, I was seeing triple and not feeling to well. It's on a friend's porch and has rusted to a nice orange.

So I had an opening at my place for the Broad Walk. I live on Broad and once to twice a year all the artists on the street open house and show off their wares. I learned of it two weeks before and scrambled like a madman to finish all these and a few other pieces for the show. This is the sign I made and Ana Gratziela Gal painted. She had some really cool photos and we set it up in this interior alleyway that runs between my building and my landlord's. The wood from the sign is a piece of driftwood I've been holding on to for awhile and trying to figure out what to do with it. My mom was telling me I had to have a sign and so we managed to drag it out as the show started and the paint was drying.


I made this table a couple of years ago. It's at Pete's place now and stacked to the moon with Budweiser cans, computer parts, and empty boxes of Parliament Ultralights. I would have to find another piece of wood like that to replicate the thing but I do recall getting my zen on sanding that top for thirty hours. Each time I went to a higher grit, it felt like I saw a new universe in the grains.

playa, why you hatin

I made this funky shit at work the other day. I thought of making a set of over sized jacks in this style. Allison thought it should be a boot-jack. Someone else said it's a coat rack or a mailbox topper. It's just fucking art.

small time art

The first two pieces are ones I made in the past week or so at work. The last one, with my wonderful dog behind it, is from some time ago. I've been thinking of selling stuff like this. I've done some larger work and will post pictures of it soon but I don't have the time to get many coffee tables built. Anyway, if you want something similar to what you see, shout. I don't do anything the same way twice so you are guaranteed to get a one of a kind piece of Danart.

Did you know I never considered myself a creative individual? I'm just realising I might be.