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Watching the opening credits of any Technicolor flicks seems to spike inspiration station . I recently put on Charade , one of my top picks for a Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant (gush.) combo, The opening credits for this Hitchcock gem got me all hot for shapes and lines. This led me to pull up the theme song for the 1966 flick, The Swinger with Ann-Margret to bask in the angular, dada shapes of the set. Later on, Moon River , popped on my Spotify during my daily saunter run, bringing me back to a melancholy, dark Audrey Hepburn. Now this domino-effect spiral perhaps seems non-relational, but these three references led me to create this ridiculously cool skirt. And that's my story -- it's all about the process. Peep the three videos at the bottom of this post to get a taste. And of course, you can shop this one-of-a-kind skirt/art piece, here , or place a special order , any ole day. And of course, art is never done without a sketchbook accompaniment. The stairway design is reminiscent of many a'thing, but does anyone remembe r "The Caste In The Air" scene from The Phantom Tollbooth ? Hands? Ok, well google that and you'll get on my page. Ominous, episodic, and cyclical, I'm pretty sure this visual work will resurface in future paintings of mine. So, fast forward about 1:10 into the opening number, you get BLASTED with Henry Mancini setting the tone. And, you CAN'T go wrong when Mancini comes to town. But the trippy, psychedelic Hitchcockian vibes slap you in the face and take you literally into the Charade . I remember first watching this on TCM at 3am when I was like maybe seven? Still remember thinking those spiraling lines were seriously moving. Okay, this is a real zinger - love the lighting and transitions, plus Ann-Margret is the ultimate movie star icon! Ever see her in Tommy ? Highly advise "Go To The Mirror!" song/scene where she's just an absolute nutcase. QUEEN! But the entire vibe of this song is pure fun. The abstract visuals makes you just wanna get up to shake and hop like Ann. And here it is, the iconic song guaranteed to make your feel emotions you haven't felt in years for absolutely no reason. A moment where Audrey's singing voice sounds decent and (as always) is a brilliant movie star. There is something so dark about this, and I feel. translates into design, I mean, at least to me. Pulled a painted blouse and loose canvas drop that compliment this overall storyline. Imagine all of these concepts in room - totally cohesive. Thought I'd add these pieces here, to you know, bring this to a visual full circle. The loose canvas is available for purchase , and the shirt is held in my personal collection for styling pulls. Shoot me a message if you are itching for a new garment or art piece created just for you!

Raised by killers -- my parents, Tim and Trish are my original cool people. I have a special relationship with them as they are not only my best friends, but they are the ultimate influences in my life. Perhaps we even all knew each other in past lives. I'm equally my mom as I am my dad. The three of us are an excellent team (plus our pride of cats.) They are hard-working, outlandishly talented artists. Both renaissance people to say the least! Mom created countless art-based businesses and my dad, carpenter extraordinaire & a dedicated dude to whatever he was doing! No matter what gig we had going, they taught me how to be innovative, street smart, and honest -- while knowing how to take proper care of all of our paintbrushes. Plus they instilled my deep love and extensive knowledge for movies and music from all eras.They are KILLERS! One of my past dada-influenced designs, entitled Raised By Killers , is a salute to my 'rents. The phrase is dark, twisted, and double in meaning. Tim and Trish taught me the importance of stickin' it to the man for the right causes and reasons at a young age. Our little purple house in Dunedin, FL is a natural fairyland with a peace sign hanging above the roof. Bees and birds always at the ready. Grew up along the Gulf Of Mexico in the most kitchy little tourist town, there was something charmed our bungalow. Three of us, all doing the peace sign. 222 was the magic number. All three of us always had paint on our clothes. Our 1930's home is quaint, colorful, and really lacking doors. We are a pretty open fam. Mom's a wiccian and Dad's a rastaman. Both artists with total quirky, opposing styles. Our house is filled with estate sale treasures and meaningful heirlooms. They moved to FL in the early 1980's, found this house, & lived for rock'n'roll, weed, tequila, and love! I grew up here, and I think they did too. When I am home, I bask in the outdoor space, my ridiculously cool tree house (now art studio storage--go figure) and old school garage space. I have the luxury to paint anywhere and everywhere! My dad (goes by Packy Boy) and mom (goes by Main Bitch) have grown the gardens from hundreds of rescued plants and expanded the jungle using 0 pesticides and keeping the compost box thriving. My hippie parents know how to make a cool ass cottage. We have a studio space outside of our house that's my mom's domain, and filled with trinkets, all excellently labeled in boxes galore. As an artist, where I came from is highly important and private to me. It's full circle. You always wind by up where you started from. Cat Stevens, the prophet, and one of my favorite musicians has a song called, Sitting. The lyrics embodies the nostalgia and feelings of home and family for me. I find that my connection with my home and parents is weird and rare. It's like we live in our own little world when we are all together. Ask anyone who knows them and me -- it's pretty cool. I am a highly sentimental person, and it's so crucial to live in the moment to embrace what joy you have around you. Man, life flies by.

Recently listed online a painted 29x60" backdrop that I created at the studio a few years back. The loose canvas has history and has a raw quality about it. I jumped back and forth between titles of Divine Punks and Pink Punks . There is a strong rebellious energy about the piece and the colors are rich, lush, and to me, almost edible. Wonka-licious. The loose canvas was hung on the wall, simply nailed at the top. Adding color to the room, in inspired punk'd out forces in hues of vibrant, painted pink. The loose canvas was photographed and digitally printed onto textile. We handmade each shirt in studio and launched a small collection of t-shirts. You can still shop the last few pieces of the run, here . The divine energy and forward movement originated from how the painting was made. As an ambidextrous artist, I use both hands to paint The Cool People--right hand gives structure, left hand, emotion. When the textiles were designed, I had the forms moving upward, downward, and merging. People are individual but much more powerful in contrasts and unities. I think the design rocks. It's just punk to me. There are a few bodysuits left as well with the design, shop now! If you are buying the loose canvas -- man, is that cool. You have the original guide to a huge series of apparel. Meaning, you own something that affected other people's lives. Sometimes thinking on that kind of scale really can give you a sense of how we are all so interconnected. There are more variations of The Cool People in pink hues. Pink and black together is awfully punk in my book, perhaps rooted from influence from Jimmy Webb, but it's more apparent to me now why this was such a consistent style in clothing and artwork the past years. Despite the association of pink and girls, its about being divinely punk, powerful, rebellious, and confidant. Really could be any gender, but again, art interpretations are up to you, baby!

VOTE! DEMAND CHANGE! Do what you can to educate yourself, listen up, and keep pushing forth NEW WAYS. In NYC, we jumped from extreme quarantine and mask-centric conversation to protests and passionate community outbreak. Clapping at 7pm for our heroes outside the window and marching in the streets simultaneously. Since March, I was shipping out thousands of masks and hundreds of care packages to essential workers in the city and the states, and as months went by, I created a heroes rock tee for a fundraising shout-out to our volunteers and workers battling and fighting COVID-19. Donations were made to New York Cares COVID-19 Volunteer Relief Program and Black Lives Matters Global Network. I did what I could and can to help, but this is all such a mind fuck and so much bigger than any single one of us. We are battling so many problems from our social norms and climate catastrophes to political nightmares and economic panics. We have to stay unified, and again -- DEMAND CHANGE AND FUCKING VOTE!!! As soon as BLM protests resurged in the city, I joined and supported the marches on a consistent basis as it's VERY important. A contradiction as I was 100% in isolation then marching with masks. But I was tested multiple times for coronavirus after I marched and continued to quarantine. Distributed masks at protests and kept a solo distance, rarely attending with social groups. What can you do man, these times?! I can not stay silent, as I did post on social media at first quite a bit, but then fell dormant because, well, social media can become mentally destructive. You can't always convert people buy reposting a meme. Especially as an artist, I needed to soak up these overwhelming experiences. From protest signs to canvas, I made an effort to contribute my voice. Raise up and focus on black voices first, but every person needs to have their backs right now. The Cool People were there to stand the hell up! NYC is completely different now, as countless businesses have shut down and most industries have changed drastically. Homelessness is at a high, people are moving out like crazy, and tourism is quiet. People struggle to have food and resources of safety. Health is of mass concern. Places are re-opening with restrictions, but I just don't know how things will unfold as we move into the fall and winter. It's really sensitive, and lonely times. If you're lucky to work from home, its a plus and minus. There are so many with various levels of privilege who need to check their privilege . I know I continue to check myself because you can always learn more than you think you know. Take a step back from where you are and absorb. Some seem to juggle the opinion back and forth whether or ignore and just live a life, but sorry, it's an artist duty to reflect the times . Thanks Nina Simone for that lesson. And it's also so essential to keep caring. All forms of pandemic are not trends. Just to proclaim a few: Vote! Educate! Empower black voices! Fund Planned Parenthood! Shelter our homeless! Help our youth! Elevate our health care! Know love is love! Declare you identity as yours! Protect our environment! Consider other's mental and physical health! Eat smart! Prioritize your pets! Thank your heroes! Wear a mask! Love yourself! DEMAND CHANGE. And I am sure I am just touching the tip of the iceberg here. I'm passionately reminding your to just care and use your voice to help where you can.

No surprise I am lover of mother nature's grass, but there is something truly authentic about the process of it's various effects. There's something rather cool about being respectful and open-minded in regards to pot. I can only dictate my own story, so it's my interpretation. As someone who has privilege in various categories, I can speculate more comfortably, but I am not taking it lightly. A commonplace for weed in NY, but still not legalized, weed is a strong solution for countless physical and mental health issues. And there are hundreds of thousands of innocent people in federal prison for marijuana -related charges. Changing the negative stigmas and cultural/racial associations with marijuana is a huge step in dismantling the patriarchy, which you know, is a very cool thing to do. The Pot People concept is a spin on a c annabis sativa leaf. A new design from July 2020, you'll see this again I'm sure. Pot does NOT just make you cool. But pot can teach you how to evolve, which is damn cool thing to do. My parents raised me with hippie values, daresay, so smoking weed was about connecting with yourself and with the earth. Using it responsibly, it can be grounding, humbling, and enlightening . My father has a deep passion for Rastafarian traditions, and that influence has taught me nothing but positivity. Weed also treats pain and anxiety, which topples alcohol use any ole day. As its said, isolate a few stoners with one joint in a room and a few alcoholics with one glass of liquor in a room, just see what happens. The Cool People are my people. My internal team of truth-tellers and. story tellers. I don't doubt that a good percentage of my cool people are most obviously pot people. Without their insight, I don't think I would be able to see a situation from so many perspectives. Or have the vast empathy in times that don't ask for it. Say what you like about stoners, but there are many different kinds. Hey, no shame in a pothead. For me, it's about connecting the body naturally. You know, mint leaves refreshing to the palette, benefiting oral health. Marijuana leaves refresh the mind, benefitting mental and physical health. It's all gardening. That aside, people who use pot to elevate their souls are doing right for themselves. Self care and self-love is hot hot hot. People who care for pot and grow by it's beneficial properties are cool. Simple as that. It it doesn't suit you, it doesn't make you un-cool. It's cool to care for yourself and others. It's cool to appreciate the gifts of the earth. It's cool to unify with people or take a moment to unify with yourself. It's cool to change. FORTUNA, THE HIGH PRIESTESS This painting below entitled, Fortuna, the HIGH priestess , purely depicts my thoughts on inward enlightenment rooted from pot. Alleviation of anxiety--smoking weed gave me the opportunity to grow mentally. Blindness is wisdom. You don't have to physically see reality to understand. Spend time with yourself and look within to discover your own truths. Thankful for the time I've spent with Mary Jane, which enriched my clarity in my point of view.

The Canadian tuxedo, eh? A denim ensemble that really never goes out of style. Admired my mom watching her paint for hours, simply wearing her paint-splattered denim button-up. Full circle, baby! But now, I'm on a patches train; absolutely love the collection of images and collage style - especially when painted on! This skirt and top are hand-painted with monochromatic patches - gotta love it. No matter what season, I bet you own a blank pair of denim jeans, shorts, skirts, tops -- point is, spicing up your basic denim with a painted patch is such a fun way to express some creativity. Many clients love to send me their perfectly-broken-in jeans to have a couple of patches painted - or even the Full Monty. If you order a new custom piece, I source 100% cotton, non-stretch denim, usually a classic Levi's . This skirt is up for grabs and you are more than welcome to special order something just for you. When you're rocking a monochrome look, I usually demand a pop of color. I mean, I love A LOT, so thats me, but a touch of funk in accessory is all the rage. This painted fanny pack is my current go-to bag. Intentionally made this for a client for a styling gig, but ended up keeping it for myself (which is a total rarity) but it's the a winner for me at the mo. I do have to note the addition of The Cool People artist pin to this leather bag - a total A+ choice. You can purchase one here to add to your fav denim jacket. Is less more...still debating! Shooting photos outside is mega weird as I am VERY dedicated to wearing a mask. Taking it off for a minute or two to catch a shot seems acceptable, but don't fear, this lady has her MASK on check. If you still need masks, I got you.

Rare treasures from the past have always been valuable to me. I've made many a backdrop in my day (thus far) and this one in particular was one for the books. Used in past productions and actually recorded the process of creation, this first edition of canvas drops were just cut into five pieces to be hung as tapestries or to be framed (or even stretched) in your own home. Shipped to you rolled, the choices are endless and with a quick zap of an iron (raw canvas side, please) the canvas is brilliantly ready to rock. Each piece is hand cut at various sizes and signed on the back. You can purchase an original of The Cool People , now! If you are interested in various sizes or special order, just shoot me a message !

A noun , an adjective , an interjection, a verb, or an adverb, Fuck's got it all going on in the english language. I am not into censorship, but I do have couth in how I present information. Profane language is intellectual and idiotic simultaneously. It's something you have to really learn and have the ability to navigate if you want to be a servant of slang. It's powerful in the right way when you're attaching it to actually caring about something. Because remember, caring is fucking cool. And we can delve into a massive conversation on the pros and cons of using the word in your daily language, but at the end of the day, sometimes you just have to say FUCK! Sometimes when things get bad--especially these mental days--saying fuck this or that can be the resolution. I am NOT promoting your to go out and be a negative asshole, but in my experience its HUMAN! It's flawed and funny and reeks of emotion to use the word. It can be an unifying ice breaker or just a slip of the tongue showcasing you're not perfect. Maybe when we are kids we are encouraged not to say it because 1. it's dirty and 2. you're not mentally at the point where you can really register WHEN to use it or even why? I don't know, call me out however you like, but I know, when the chips are down and I need a laugh or a shake up, FUCK - it's okay to be real. It's cool to NOT be perfect. It's cool to embrace the fuck-ups and to acknowledge that change is needed. That's seems to be thee key to growth. So, FUCK!!! Nothing brings a chuckle or smile quicker than having something that says fuck on it. I've created an ABUNDANT amount of clothing to canvas with this design and vibe, and currently what's available to shop are buttons , mini skirts (sizes S-L) and an original canvas painting. As always, a special order is just a message away ! The HIGHLIGHT of the image was when during the election I ran a Fuck Trump campaign in our shop window, flashing the image on retro TV's and using a custom textile to show our disdain for Donald Trump. 2016 was the year of Fuck really hit it big. For a small four-lettered word, it causes quite a commotion. And, Spike Lee ended up using a image of the front of our shop during a montage on civil rights/activism for his Netflix show, She's Gotta Have It. S o that was fucking cool. I first created the fuck design circa 2015 in my sketchbook -- first page too -- that does sets the tone for every sketchbook you start. With that, I carried on to do a series of canvases with it, as well as launch a line of textiles and merch with the trippy design. Basically this FUCK represented an uncontainable amount of emotion. And I believe that the simple image empowers and gives people cred or a feeling of strength. You can't mess with me - I know my power, kinda feel. This is a cute little 2015 video of me painting one of my Fuck canvas paintings. Kitschy, fun, and totally focused. I am so thankful I archived so much of my life for the past ten years because looking back, it teaches me so much about myself. If you're not investing a little bit of your time printing out your photos from your phone (seriously CVS or Walgreens does the trick and it doesn't cost a dime) or making sure you have your visual and written archives in check, I'd advise it tenfold! Marie Kondo does have something about keeping shit that sparks joy, but remember, keep things that will spark joy for your FUTURE self or others. ;)

Pretty stuck on scallions these days. Can't have a salad without 'em. Speaking of those snappy onions, heres an association rant you'd most likely not pair up, but hey, here we are. The current jam--circa 1962--in studio is Green Onions by Booker T. & The MG's. When this song's on, you can't help but just roll your head and vibbbbee out. In compliment to this number is this chilling-out outfit that just GOES. Top and bottom, pure, special-to-the-touch vintage, including the hat. Nothing like a carpet bag tapestry feel -- totally Mary Poppins with a joint, yeahh! I've had these pieces in my personal collection for some years now. But to be honest, I'd say 69% of the time when I'm alone, I paint topless. Free the nipple, and all that jazz. Went through a little bit of nudist period back living in a single dorm in early college years - gives me that nostalgic feel. Damn, this song is GOOD. Don't you see yourself laying around in tapestry underwear, drinking a smoooooth beverage and jamming? Oh an making some food with green onions. Absurdism at it's finest. The song is such a theme - pretty sure it's been featured in countless movies. Music is timeless, man, Crazy how it can live forever. I hope these tapestry bottoms live forever somewhere because boy, have they brought me loads of good moods. Images shot by Megan Breukelman at my home studio, NYC. 2020. *And for peace, prosperity, and trust, I'm not lying about my declaration of love for scallions - they have become a staple in my diet.

Faces, places, traces of time. Man, sometimes I can get so spun up in my own head. Only way to clean up bursting file cabinets and scattered documents encompassing my mental archives is to get it fucking out! Shutting your eyes and letting your unconscious ride it out can be the answer. Or writing. Perhaps painting. Sculpting or sketching! For me, even a solid run and listen to some lyrically educational music, that's another solution. So many options to get the fuck out of your head! It's all a balancing act. The more I get out organic content, the more it reveals the multiple faces and people in my head. The Cool People, or just figments of my persona teaching me how grow. And it's okay too when you're stuck in your own stress to ask for help. There is such power in knowing you need people to have your back. But if there aren't people in reality to support, remember you yourself have the power to be your own hero. Relying on others is pivotal to being human, but trusting that you are strong to lead your own shit is a biggie!!! Life is a flux always, and we can always use a little help from our friends. The Cool Faces A variation of The Cool People is The Cool Faces. Another way to purge what's going on in my head and dissect all the varied personalities bumping into each other. When I'm stuck in my head, best way to get 'em out is a two-hand-jam paint sesh. Basically its a throw down of expressions with no rhyme or reason. The faces are created just like the people with the ambidextrous method. Right hand gives structure, left hand throws down emotion. They blend into each other, share details of the face, and merge into an unified pattern. The Cool Faces eventually spread from loose canvas and clothing to cover a black wall and full ceiling at Storm Ritter Studio. A 3am work night had me feverishly painting the ceiling. One face in particular hit a divine note for me, and ended up on textiles and my finger. Oh, and the section of the ceiling was cut out before I moved out. Can't leave a man behind, ya know? The faces give insight into my unconscious and something bring a little light upon feelings of uncertainty. They do have a spooky, air of mystery about it. Sometimes, we don't know. I'm most definitely powered by music, and I have to say one of the most unconventional song that fuels The Cool Faces vibe or just what I imagine when I freelance fast-paint faces is Bobby Pickett's unbelievably expressive face singing Monster Mash . Just watch him throw down these moods to see why it's absurdly burned in my brain.

If you haven't caught my vibe already, I love clothing with a story. This jacket was the one of the first pieces where I created a "painted patch" look. And the painted jeans - oh just rad as ever. But, this is about the jacket. It's organized chaos at it's finest, and it's a fucking blast. Starting out as a basic vintage barn jacket --100% cotton with a lightweight denim feel--this jacket came together pure on whim and emotions. Whatever was in my mind that day, that's what went on the jacket. No rules, just a reflection of my mind's eye. From BLM to marijuana, the jacket developed opinions. But also lighthearted and whimsical, like the bird pockets on the front. That was purely inspired by a growing family of Canadian geese along the Hudson River in June. Their strut and overall existence was too cool and since the pandemic has been such a rollercoaster of feels -- they just got to me! So essentially I was created a jacket showcasing personal emotions on my sleeve, literally . The outpour started a trend stylistically in how I worked and how I envisioned future garments, canvases, and sketchbook pages. Clothing is about you - doesn't have to be inspired by you, but it does feel good to wear something that represents how you feel and see the world. It's important to have pride in that. You can shop jackets like this, here , and as always, a special order is just a message away . You can totally shop these jeans or special order !

Strawberry Alarm Clock's "Incense & Peppermints" and Tommy James & The Shondells' " Crimson and Clover" are my two creative anthems of this moment's mash-up! Belted out (badly) both of these songs with the replacement words of "bleach and bourbon" as those two liquids have been my vices recently. I mean, painting with bleach and drinking bourbon. Two different purposes but seem to compliment well for the mood and for the musical association. Honestly when I said out-loud "bourbon & bleach" these two songs immediately came to mind. Weird how the brain works, eh? These hand painted, bleach cotton shirts are whipped up, washed, and hand-cut with the coolest of intensions. Total rockstar shirts to wear countless times. Shop these guys in the shop now! As for the bourbon, normally I drink my grandfather's choice of Crown Royal . I mean typically, I am a strict tequila girl, but happen to fall into possession of a basic bottle'o Jim Beam . Not a huge connoisseur, but it did the job. So I figured, to increase my fiber intake--ergo increasing all health benefits of alcoholic consumption--I made a little concoction. Soaked a few pitted medjool dates for 24 hours, stuffed with a pecan, then rolled in coarse brown sugar. Popped them back into the fridge for a chill, and wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. Rode an elevated flavor train. So in true full circle fashion, I advise listening to these jams, enjoying a dram of bourbon (or an infused fruit) and purchasing yourself a new bleached shirt. Or of course, you can get tipsy and shoot me a message so I can make you one. Sadly, can't sell you booze, but I sure as hell can hook you up with bad a$$ art and clothes.

Where's my tiger's eye?! If you haven't seen the flick, Practical Magic , then you don't know what I'm referencing, but all the same, it still translates. The concept of a blood moon simply means that our moon is in a total lunar eclipse, There's a plethora of superstitions and beliefs that it can signify a massive change in times--for better or worse. It could be warning or a sign of re-routing your path or it could just be an astrological change in color. Either way, it meant something to the witches in Practical Magic and it stirs something in me visually and emotionally. The red/brownish circle triggers so many references to me, especially red halos behind religious or powerful figures. Moody, yes? Also makes me feel like having Bono serenade Sunday Bloody Sunday to me, but that's just soundtracking this post. What what does this all have to do with fashion specifically? Well, if your not living a physical journey, why don't you represent one? This jacket featured is entitled "Blood On The Moon" for many reasons. I am on a creative journey to open my mind to realities not my own and find the authenticity in my world. Politically right now, it's beyond not good. We have to fight the powers that be! As Bono says, "a nd it's true we are immune, when fact is fiction and TV, reality!" That's it! There's some damn blood on the moon these days. Time for a intellectual journey towards changing our own minds. Before I was inspired to create the Blood On The Moon inspired design , I was commissioned to do a custom jean jacket with an interpretation of the 1958 Salvador Dali painting, “ Meditative Rose. ” There is a hovering flower in the whitish-blue sky with a few people below, gazing at it with intrigue. We are all searching for divine beauty and answers; it comes from how you choose to take your journey. After finishing this garment, I continued to reference a similar color palette and composition to extend that story for my audience. It feels classic and relatable. Also the red struck me as a political statement. Right now we have a strong red presence dominating in a sea of blue. Maybe the blood on the moon is more relevant right now than ever. And, in true investigative fashion, the more you repeat and change up a design, the more meaning it will exude. The journey towards the red moon has become a consistent design in my garment, canvas, and sketchbook work. It's worth noting in this post because I am sure I'll look back on it in a years time and maybe learn a little about myself or this topic I'm digging into. Learning is the only way to open our mind's eye to bigger truths that don't come from our own realities! The garments with these concepts highlight something humanly familiar and I think wearing art that means something is fucking cool. The Blood On The Moon design translated gorgeously on the body and in photographs. Here's a few more shots of the OG Blood On the Moon jacket shot on my roof in the Village. You can shop this jacket and other products like it, here , and as always, a special order is just a message away.

The power of 3. Synchronicity, mercury, and femininity -- three things that all embody a circle. And 3 points define a circle. And a circle, is power. Synchronicity to me showcases how life is interconnected and cyclical. Mercury and female symbols include circles and are reminiscent of each other in shape. Mercury does represent individuality and essentially, it's technically a female symbol with a half circle above it-- offering freedom to explore. When it comes to painting and creating visuals embodying these concepts, I almost always use warm/hot colors of oranges, reds, pinks, and yellows, mainly because 3 and anything divisible by that appears in those hues in my mind's eye. I believe that way of seeing is called synthesia, but that's for another conversation. So google Carl Jung or even The Police, and you'll dig up some info on Synchronicity. It's groovy. This jacket is called Mercury Woman and you can shop it here , along with other like products. Of course, if you're digging this vibe, a special order is just a message away. Now onward with the associations! Next up is the actual painting, entitled Synchronicity, which was the original inspiration for this ongoing series/motif. The painting inspired a textile design and apparel collection. I also still have a few select pieces in shop, but not a lot! The design is so rich and fun that it was pretty popular. Just to continue the visual thread, here are some additional garments that are interconnected with this entire theme. This jacket is also up for grabs in shop and is a killer vintage coat for fall and winter. I've held on to it for quite some time now, but you know, you got to share the wealth. Especially since this jacket is so groovy and empowering. And below is a small gallery of samples of work embodying what we are chatting about. here today. More to come, but I have a million photos and only 24 hours in a day.

Get's your mind's eye ready, because here's a little trip. Cohesive artwork seems to be created in domino effect. You make one thing and learn something new; the next thing you know, you started a vibrant train of work! About five years ago, I started reading esoteric literature like Consolidation of Philosophy and Dante's Inferno , which completely through me into a Bosch-like world of surreal comparisons and absurd visuals. The concept of eye of the beholder turned into a hot phrase for me and was used countless time to theme paintings and writings. Most recently, I've been painting a specific eye with greenish blue hues that holds symbolism for me. The jackets and artwork below are pieces that all embody the vibe. This jacket in particular completely rocks, as it's entitled Ascension of Eye of the Beholder. You can shop the jacket and other products like it, here , and special orders for art or apparel in this style is just a message away. Like I said, once I dig something, nothing is holding me back from repeating it on other things, making it come full circle! Note the jeans, kicks, and similar jackets showcasing the same eye. But before this signifying eye, there was development from the canvas painting of Eye of the Beholder which was also a textile/apparel line at Storm Ritter Studio. Still have a few pieces left from the collection available to purchase, but otherwise, its a wonderful stepping stone in my portfolio work. The original painting featured a sullen face with an eye appearing as though it was a peephole into the far distance. A place? A person? That's what you must behold. Molder you perception; it's not your fault you have brilliant intentions. Beauty is said to be found in the eye of the beholder. So, the definition of beauty is incongruent and ever-changing! Perhaps you assume beauty as one thing, and see it as such because of a presumptuous nature. Yet, beauty is undefinable on a large scale, only definable by your own perspective. The original painting on canvas spiraled into a series of t-shirts and hand painted garments. Also spent a solid amount of time investigating the meaning of the phrase future and connecting it to tarot cards and esoteric interpretations. Eye of the beholder, molder your perception. Its not your fault you have brilliant intensions. Ascension is on the rise; hope is about to harmonize. Mortals who search for happiness, won't find their portals in church. Unless their obsession for validation is solaced by the earth. Wish for rebirth or the peacock's immortal mirth. Dream in royal purple, because now, life is not a dress rehearsal.