well hello there

so, this is my introduction to blogging. i've never really felt the need to showcase my every move since i've never really found my routine life to be anything spectacular.

i guess, with this first entry, i'm ready to showcase the things that really drive me. these moments are typically never shared with anyone and most never realize what truly keeps me alive. i have stacks of sketchbooks and rolls of drawings that no one has ever seen. with them, carry unknown secrets and thoughts that i've kept for years.

this is a poster i did for a show that my friend mel set up. hardcore shows meant the life to me a couple years back. it was the first time where i could identify myself as a part of a culture that differed from race and class. anger, politics, ideologies, religion, hope...nestled in lyrics, in gang vocals into a mic, on a tattoo, on a tshirt, in a pamphlet. it was a way to express yourself through a particular style of music.

like hip hop, hardcore had a similar upbringing. there are specific dances that differ regionally and an apparent respect for its founders. there were traditions, covers of classics, art and design but all stemming from the music. this poster is an homage to the early times of hardcore and punk rock where kids would actually draw out their posters instead of using microsoft word. where kids actually promoted a show instead of just creating a bulletin on myspace.

i spent hours on this poster and asked nothing for it. at that point i hadn't gone to a show in almost 2 years, the sheer excitement of going to a basement show was enough to restore a sense of life in me that i hadn't felt since i was last in a pit. it was the most elated i had been in the last year.

now ask yourself, what gets you so excited, that it'll make you dance like a damn fool?