A Country Song

Every tree in sight, hell, every bush, shrub, blade of grass, all of every stich of foliage was the greenest I’ve ever laid eyes upon. The warm evening air had a familiar sound to it, almost as if the constant

A Country Song

Every tree in sight, hell, every bush, shrub, blade of grass, all of every stich of foliage was the greenest I’ve ever laid eyes upon. The warm evening air had a familiar sound to it, almost as if the constant

Art Happenings (5/2015)

Dear friends, So I’ve got some pretty exciting news for you all. I’m going to be starting a new concept with street art in mind. It will be centered around urban creating. I am not going to say what it

Art Happenings (5/2015)

Dear friends, So I’ve got some pretty exciting news for you all. I’m going to be starting a new concept with street art in mind. It will be centered around urban creating. I am not going to say what it

Street Art and Graffiti

Dear friends, Today, Friday April 24, 2015, I signed a contract with Street Art and Graffiti (www.streetartandgraffiti.com / @Street_Art_and_Graffiti). I’m excited to further my practice, while also being humbled by this experience. Just weeks before the installation of The Activists

Street Art and Graffiti

Dear friends, Today, Friday April 24, 2015, I signed a contract with Street Art and Graffiti (www.streetartandgraffiti.com / @Street_Art_and_Graffiti). I’m excited to further my practice, while also being humbled by this experience. Just weeks before the installation of The Activists

Pacific San Diego Magazine Event 4/16/15

A look back on Pacific San Diego Magazine’s event on April 16th, 2015. Paintings by Blake Byers of Chris Brown.                    

Pacific San Diego Magazine Event 4/16/15

A look back on Pacific San Diego Magazine’s event on April 16th, 2015. Paintings by Blake Byers of Chris Brown.                    

The Loose Balloon 

Dear friend, I’m, again, 45,000 feet above the Earths surface and I’m writing you. The difference from the words you’re about to read and the words I’ve wrote you in the past are finally found in my eyes to explain

The Loose Balloon 

Dear friend, I’m, again, 45,000 feet above the Earths surface and I’m writing you. The difference from the words you’re about to read and the words I’ve wrote you in the past are finally found in my eyes to explain

I’m Flying

Dear friend, Do you remember when we use to talk? Don’t you miss it sometimes, I know I do. It wasn’t until I felt the loss of you I understood what it meant to feel true sorrow. The bullet wound

I’m Flying

Dear friend, Do you remember when we use to talk? Don’t you miss it sometimes, I know I do. It wasn’t until I felt the loss of you I understood what it meant to feel true sorrow. The bullet wound

The Tides

Dear Lover, The water lines broke tonight.  They froze.  I know, to you, that concept is quite hard to realize considering…  However, I hope you know what I mean.  The loss of how I view my life is heavy, in

The Tides

Dear Lover, The water lines broke tonight.  They froze.  I know, to you, that concept is quite hard to realize considering…  However, I hope you know what I mean.  The loss of how I view my life is heavy, in