Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Statement in the form of a fitted

Woke up today to a nice update from Known Gallery on the latest drop from Patrick Martinez and to keep it succint, I FUCKIN love it.
     Martinez designed a fitted hat as his newest work, entitled 'Arizona Wetbacks'. If you take a look, he re-designed the logo of Arizona baseball team the Diamondbacks. The large funding the baseball team is giving Senate Bill 1070 fueled Martinez to create a piece and he designed a hat for each of the 3 (there's only 3 Latin guys on AZ's team? That, I did not know) players who are of Latin descent; Juan Guitterez, Gerado Parra, and Rodrigo Lopez.

"I re-named the team with the racist inspired name Arizona Wetbacks because I believe it's more of a fit based on the racist actions the owners are taking with the SB1070 bill which they are helping to advance.I created three hats for the three players on the diamondbacks of latin decent (Juan Guitterez, Gerardo Parra, and Rodrigo Lopez) that will be celebrated on the field then asked for their papers when they leave it." -Martinez


The hat also comes in brown and grey. I am appreciative of the attention he spent on detail. Making the back of the hat look like it has sweat stains from a Mexican working hard in the sun?! The Mexican blanket detailing underneath the bill?!
"This bill is a step backwards in terms of progression. It is also a giant slap in the face to the many people that fought for equal rights in the past as well as the present. The SB1070 law has the feeling of the beginning stages of apartheid.This bill should be stopped. Arizona is down with the brown, fo-real." -Martinez

I want one, badly. I can only hope Martinez chooses to release them, limited edition or a drop of 50 or something. Wearing a statement piece, that appeals to me.

       
        

Saturday, June 12, 2010

variety #1

Patrick Martinez piece, made with Lucas chile sucker wrappers&painted bullets. Titled 'HotLead'. My kind of art.


Mis ojos. Ignore the slightly dark circles, it had been a long night.

the hipster stache, the sancho, the Fu Manchu.

Ptown down, ha. Taken by Bri.

I liked Tony Montana's right hand man Manny Ribera alot more than I liked him. The fact that he tried to pick up women flicking his tongue at them (made me wonder what it was capable of, ha) and had heart was good in my book.

Quote from my new fave blog, the blog of Sky Gellatly, journalist and PR head, among other things:
"Sometimes the only validation that you need is knowing—that they know. An then of course, knowing that they know, that you know too. Vindication, especially when the most personal, that’s shared in total privacy, can have the magnitude of a thousand screams."



Building in Tapei that was Krink'd up by the man himself. I feel those colors.

Friday, June 11, 2010

count your struggles

I've had an epiphany. I know they can come without a trial or struggle, but I can't help but feel cliche because this one did come with a struggle.
      I was involved in an accident last week, and truthfully, I can't help but feel lucky to be alive. It was on a freeway, at the begginning of rush hour, that key bracket of time when everyone is in that hurry to get home. First of all, freeway accidents scare the shit out of me, and the fact I was in one does not sit well with me. You know those times when traffic is backed up, you see a sea of red lights braking, and you're wondering 'I just need to make it to my damn exit, what is going on.' You drive by, and see a charred car, a car that went into the wall, a car turned over on its roof in the median, and again, you're thinking 'Damn. Nevermind.'
        It was a mini-pile up, the kid in front of me braked too late, and when I looked up from turning my A/C on, he was fishtailing, and I braked to try and avoid him, and instead, this time, it was ME that went into the wall.

         Here's the clincher(s): I was not wearing my seatbelt. And my airbags did NOT deploy. I repeat, did NOT deploy. My only sustained injuries consist of a banged up, sore body and a concussion.
      I was recalling the horror stories I remembered about people I knew, or heard of, who weren't wearing seatbelts in an accident, and a majority always suffered critical injuries, or worse, left this world.
      I have received numerous verbal ass kickings once friends and family heard about that detail, the no seatbelt. And I just listened and nodded my head, what else was I gonna do?
       I have had some occurences within the span of the past 2 years that can only be qualified as bottom of the barrel shit that did not leave me standing, but instead left me fallen to my knees. I got the scars to prove it. This accident is only icing on that nasty, undercooked cake.
      But I was reflecting, as low as those experiences left me, it could have been so much worse. It really could have. And I can't help but think I'm meant for something more, because while I have not been left unscathed from these things, I'm still here. And in one piece, because it's just not my time.
        
It's true one needs to count your blessings as well as your struggles. Your blessings are given to you, earned by you, but your struggles are likewise, the emotions and strife generated are unique unto you. They are what create what I like to call fuerza,  or strength in Spanish.