My good friend, Anthony Madlangbayan, or as I like to call him, Mr. Madlanghootandholler.

Done a lot of projects and eaten a lot of lunches with this man. Worked side-by-side with him for over five years. He’s the type of person that’d take ten steps backwards, if it meant helping someone else get one step forward.

A little over a year ago, I was invited to see him and his wife Stacie exchange vows. Just two weeks ago, they had a baby girl.

Couldn’t be happier for them, they’re gonna do great, and I wish them the world.

Whenever I blow my nose, it reminds me of a Rorschach test.

So much fun making these little sculpts. Specifically because I really don’t have a clue what I’m doing.

Said the same thing six years ago. The difference is, I thought it was artistic then. Now I see it’s just cowardice, and hurting what’s important. I’m trying.

Left to right, Shweb, Dan, Charlie, Frankie, Chris, me, and Anthony. I was probably 11. Was one hell of water balloon fight. Anthony’s mom, Sally, took this picture. I can’t imagine an image that better captures how we grew up.

We’d spend our days seeing who could throw what the farthest. Who was the fastest. Who was the bravest, which typically entailed wrestling Frankie. He had such a strength advantage, that anyone only ever agreed to wrestle him if he was on his knees. We were wild and we ran like it, and the suburbs was our place to do it. Couldn’t have gown up anywhere better. Not specifically my hometown, but just the fact that it was the suburbs.

I live in the urban sprawl of Los Angeles now, a long ways from my hometown. I like it here, but didn’t always. It’s the people I’ve found and the girl I love that make it what it is for me. It’s where I belong now, but I couldn’t imagine being a kid here. I don’t know that I could have grown if not in suburban soil. I don’t know that any kid could. Confinement and wild freedom seem at odds. For that, I think some far off day, I may belong to those suburbs again.

This is Jay (and Oscar and Amelie).

Colleague, mentor, dear friend, and hero. I made this for his birthday and was glad to hear the ridiculousness of it put a smile on his face.

Truthfully, I think he has more muscles in real life.

I was adding specific tags to this piece and realized it would ruin it. Someone might see reaching. Someone else might see letting go. If you look hard enough, you may even see both.

King Bud Lidas. Turning all he touches to beer, even beer itself.

In The Air Tonight by Phil Collins

These sloths just make me so happy.

Found Bob Dylan in high school and never lost him.

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right by Bob Dylan

He had a staring problem.

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