Showing posts with label Rose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rose. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

In Memoriam: Tupac Shakur

2pac will be focus today at Rock Star Martyr, where Joebot has cooked up a west coast saga for you indulgence.  Shakur died on today's date 15 years ago, succumbing to gunshot wounds he suffered a week prior and series of surgeries in attempt to save his life.  I'll leave the take of his rise to riches and death by a hail of bullets for Joe to spit back at you today.  You can see all the articles behind my Rock Star Martyr portraits by clicking HERE!
Inks on Bristol / 2011



The Rose that Grey From Concrete 
by Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Power to the Peaceful with Gikuyu

This past Sunday, I got to kick it with my long-time friend and fellow author/artist, Gikuyu in a little passing through party at Chad Spann's house as he headed down to The Big Easy.  I employed Chad to get a few shots of G's new ink which our buddy Lance Hale put on him Saturday.  It was a nice surprise for me since the tattoo was of a drawing I did a couple years back with the slogan "Power to the Peaceful."




Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Woody Guthrie

A few months back, my wife and I were fortunate enough to visit the Ryman Auditorium and see The Counting Crows, Augustana, Michael Franti & Sprearhead spend three solid hours on stage and wow us beyond belief. The bands sent out an email before the show warning fans not to show up late expecting an opening act... all three bands would perform together all night. This jam session began with Van Morrison's "Caravan" and ended with a cover of Woody Guthrie's famous tune telling us "This land was made for you and me." I had never expected to see such a song in that sort of context and I developed a relationship with the lyrics since.



At an art opening recently, I was mingling with a friend, Jonathan, who inquired about a portrait of Woody Guthrie. I had no idea what the guy looked like or anything about him aside from this song which came up again and again to me since seeing its inception on stage. Being well schooled in Socialist thought, Jonathan also schooled me on the meaning behind my new lullaby and Mr. Guthrie's roots with Socialism in America as well as his guitar reading "This Machine Kills Fascists."

Beasley buddy, this was a true delight to work on!