Tuesday, 29 November 2011

57 BelAir

Just put together this piece for Mandy :MissHapp” Bronner, her all time favorite car a 57 Chevy Bel Air. I have kept the color palette the same as the rest of her arm so we keep a similar look to the sleeve.

Friday, 25 November 2011

I wos blagged.

I have been robbed, some little twats crawled into a window and nicked my bag with my computer, cameras, and a few other things, Laika must have scared them off, cause I heard her go downstairs but thought nothing of it.
Obviously I claimed from my insurance company, who has 6 weeks later repudiated my claim, and my broker now is fighting this using the ombudsman to do so.
This is all part of a trend I have noticed; it seems like every company out there offering a service is out to do you in, like thieves in the night. My insurance company, 20 years of premiums, but when it comes to a claim do everything not to reimburse you for your loss, even the accessor makes you feel like you were wrong by even claiming.
My Medical Aid, now there is an oxymoron, premium every month over a R1200, but how is it that I run out of funds half way through the year, hell!, I will buy a month, maybe two before year end but half way? Then I’m on some meds I have to take constantly so I apply for chronic benefits, hell that’s repudiated because they don’t think it’s necessary, so either my Doctor is an asshole or they are, and after spending 7 years studying I doubt my Doctor is.
My satellite service provider, DSTV, how is it that I pay a load for a full service, but receive only half the channels cause your signal is so bad? And don’t give me that shit about the weather and my dish and all that crap, cause everyone in the neighborhood suffers the same problem even on a freaking clear summers day without bad weather anywhere, and in the next neighborhood it’s perfect. That’s not what pisses me off though, it’s that you have an automated response system designed to not respond to anything, and when you finally speak to someone, they no less than the neighbors pet poodle.
My phone service provider, how is it possible that I am paying so much for a service yet you are unable to give me an exact breakdown on where, and at what time this expenditure took place, so I can at very least see if there is a problem.
Car guards that stand there waving you in and out of an open parking bay, like you are some retard and need the help, pretending to take care of your car, but if someone tried to steal it they would be the first to run off, if not the ones trying to steal it, and then when you get back to your car, look dude it’s still here with that expectant look on their faces waiting to be paid, fuck you! Have a little dignity and beg, at very least it’s honest.
And the list goes on, but that will probably just bore you as much as it does me.

So do me a favor, go out and blast one of your service providers that don’t give you what you pay for, lets start our own trend and kick their asses

Monday, 21 November 2011


Bye, Kona girl, you leave a huge hole in our lives as you join your sisters in that pack in the sky.

Saturday Night

Saw Sixgun Gospel on saturday night, great band, loved the set they did, what a talented bunch and what a voice on this girl

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Sunday, 13 November 2011


I love this painting by Charles Burton Barber, it always reminds me of the wonderful bond that exists between man and dog, and how through the ages they have always loved man so unconditionally. I know it’s a bit like a chocolate box scene, but after bathing my little Laika, which she freaking hates, she gives me the cold shoulder for an hour, but before long she’s splayed out asleep at my feel while I work. 

Thursday, 10 November 2011


Something I finished for a good friend

Mamie Van Doren in her 70s!
Age is strictly a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. 
~ Jack Benny ~
The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles. 
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

I feel free

I did this piece for Mandy, continuing the World War 2 Pacific theme with the burning Japanese Zero.

I have been to some dark places, and in all the distance and darkness, I was always able to know that my family was there behind me all the way, and it’s been a great comfort. I have recently discovered that some of that family really aren’t what they make themselves out to be and that my good friends, one in particular, was there to help and more importantly listen. I agree that life happens while you are making trying to live, and that it often gets away from us, but you had better be nice to the people on the way up, cause you are bound to meet them on the way down. The view gets a lot clearer from the bottom, not the top, believe me I know it well. But life is like the ocean, waves rising and falling and in time those highs and lows come to all.

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Two Hearts

now that they are done the two hearts complete each other.
one of my all time favorites

Monday, 7 November 2011


Ok first off I’m going to bitch about Guy Fawkes and get it over with.
Why? What’s the point, honestly sure we were a British Colony, but that’s no longer, and to be honest aspiring to blow up parliament, as alluring as it is, isn’t really worth celebrating. The thing that pisses me off is my poor dog Laika was beside herself, she had worked herself up into a panic attack and no amount of rescue remedy was helping her, and I’m sure I was not the only pet owner who had to try calm our animals down, not to mention all the poor wildlife in the vicinity. The other thing, in this financial climate, with more and more people in trouble and struggling to make ends meet, people on the streets loosing homes and lives, these people thought it’s a good idea to spend thousands of rand’s, go to a natural beauty, the beach and set fire to it, just to watch a silly little light show. Shame on you, instead of being such self centered egotistical fucks, why not donate that to a worthy cause like child welfare, or something, instead you filled the pockets of some illegal trader, who doesn’t even put the money back into our economy as he sends it back to their home country, and our economy takes another shit. While our hospital emergency rooms have to re-attach blown off digits while they should be attending real emergencies. Enough about that.

I just did this forearm piece on Sari, its part of a matching piece with her husband Robbie, who has the same piece, but the empty space in the heart on Sari’s arm is filled on his and visa versa, the same, but different, and I love that the complete each other, as a concept and way of life.

I’m spending a lot of time working drawing tattooing and listening to Ray LaMontagne, if you haven’t heard his stuff, do yourself a favor, when you are in a mellow mood, just take a good listen, and you will be pleasantly surprised, he’s stuff is just great, slightly bluesy, country, folk he just seems to meld all that Americana into beautiful melodious tracks, one after the other.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Farther Christmas

Dear Father Christmas.
I know it may be a little late, but this year I have a special request. I have tried very hard to be a good boy, watched my language, tried not to fuck up too much, no matter what people say. I have kept my hands to myself and not been too much of a pervert, oh by the way, the baby isn't mine, she's lying I had a vasectomy several years ago, had it tested and there are no swimmers here. I have been leading a good clean life, no drugs, no booze, no...... well its been hard enough without those, so please, PLEASE get those little fucking elves to pack this motorcycle for me.



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