One of my most talented art students let me vandalize her hat. Someday, when she’s famous, I’ll put this on my resume.

Sometimes I wear cargo shorts, and sometimes I fill the pockets with markers and paper, and sometimes I doodle while I’m out. I made these one of those times.

Hate is relative.

I dyed these chairs because Jesus died on the cross. Allegedly.

Yesternight, I shared a story about sharing my art. Then, I shared my art by hiding it under the chairs in the audience. I’m like a slightly heavier Oprah.

I’ve been busily making many art jawns for this upcoming story jawn.

This is your brain on art. Any questions?

I borrowed the center character from a former student’s doodle. I borrowed the drawing style from Jon Burgerman, Pablo Picasso, Keith Haring and the Ancient Mayans. I borrowed the palette and crown from a Jean-Michel Basquiat painting. I borrowed the title from Maurice Sendeck. Everything is due back in two weeks.

A few weeks ago, my young mural collaborator, Ben, created a flurry of doodles. We then selected some of those doodles and dropped them into a rough composition. Next, we refined and tightened the composition and decided what colors will go where. Next stop, basement wall… stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion.

I almost threw out this big piece of plywood but instead I painted black lines all over it. Then, I almost threw it out again but instead I painted some white on it. Then, I almost threw it out again but my neighbor took it.