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IG mypicturebookcafe

Sketching all day today 📷#urbansketching #urbansketches #sketching #cafe #coffee #drinklocal #canadawestillustrators #vancouverisawesome #localcafe #yamacafe #thegardenstrathcona #easthastings #スケッチ#バンクーバー #カフ

IG mypicturebookcafe (2019)

Making the backside of my new promo card. Hopefully this matches the front side image previously made 😊#illustration #illustrator #canadawestillustrators #promocard #spotart #children #kidlitart #kidlit #blackandwhite #penandink

IG mypicturebookcafe I was fixing this old image today by adding more shadows & contrasts. I always love this old Japanese myth, when you see a rainbow across sudden rainfall in the sunshine, there will be a Fox wedding parade & we, humans, are not supposed to see it.

Think outside the Tshirt. Jackets, hats, pants, or bags of all sizes, we can print anything on anything. What will you print today?

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 #ScreenPrintingVancouver #ScreenPrinting

#canadamade #totescute #totebag #totebagprinting #easthastings #bagprinting #toteprint

First day at Stockholm-morning/afternoon

Ted Harris Paint Vancouver, BC. 2009

Tanja-Tiziana, The #BuzzingLightsProject 

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BrittleBones that's local architecture here in East Van, little panes of colored glass and clapboard working class houses. Loves it #edhunt #edhuntart #bcartscape #bcarts #eastvan #vancouver #vancouverarts #eastsideculturecrawl #strathcona #Hastings #easthastings #watercolor #carseatheadrest #joegetskickedoutofschoolforusingdrugswithfriendsbutsaysthisisntaproblem https://www.instagram.com/p/CTkm3QdpgVC/?utm_medium=tumblr

Fantasy - waiting for a friend

After kind of making a dwelling of the east-side (I am a Kitsilano kid), I was now sitting at Victory Square waiting for my friend to make her appearance. She said she'd be travelling on a number 3 bus. So I was keeping an eye on the traffic of the streets and sidewalks. While watching the old and young, sane and insane, sick and in-health go about their day around east Hastings… It felt like there where two extremes of society as I would take a look left, towards Main, then right, towards the Amsterdam cafe. 

There was the high class high citizen with somewhere to go to the right, and the low class high citizen wandering in cycles, to the left. With my back slouched and my journal in my lap along with my favourite pen in my hand, I start to doodle a face here, and sketch a passer-by there. From time to time a little disturbance comes my way and distracts me from my drawing. "What are you doing here all alone?", some older man would say with a toothless smile.  "Waiting for a friend." I would reply quickly and sternly then brush them off by ignoring any further conversation. Then I would bring my attention back to me and resume guiding my pen.

Getting antsy, I look up from my journal and see a number 14 Hastings bus pass by. The wire sparks as it turns on Cambie Street, it starts a humongous fire. It roars and lurches itself in every direction, burning all the sick men and every felon. "Welcome to hell" it spat at me as it started to enclose my surroundings. People danced around the flames, and demons starting pouring in from behind me. I saw a gap in the fire giving me enough space to escape threw the flames. I flew above the scorching sea and in a blink of an eye found myself in Gas Town. Which surprisingly hasn't been engulfed in flames. "I would assume it would be the first to ignite and blow up magnificently...” I thought to myself getting an eye full of the street art, "..Considering it is Gastown." After lurking through the alleys, I assume she may finally be here. I make my way to the busy streets, to see no one I know in sight. The streets are getting darker, and fog is filling the skies. I stumbled back, startled, as a bus drives too fast far too close to me. Seconds later after regaining my caliber, I narrow my eyes as they fill with anger. God damn Transit. 

I turn my head and fix my now-like-cat-eyes onto my enemy. Getting on all fours, as a proper agile alley cat would, I prance towards my prey. No hood rat, no matter what size would ever shock me, or knock me off my feet. Hissing and growling I start to devour, as the steam clock rings precisely on the hour. I rip the carcass and fill the streets with blood, making my mark by staining the streets.  No one could ever catch me, no one would ever assume such a nicely groomed, sweet cat like me would be the reason our streets are so red. After making sure no one had seen this transforming beings’ actions, I lift my head full and satisfied. Then returning to my initial seat, I try to regain my composure after someone screeched a startling unbearable noise. I turn around quick to see what the commotion was, but everything looked calm and collected.

 "We're human, we're allowed to scream, express and fuck the rest, clean or obscene we are only human beings!" A sickly thin girl shouted to me from across the street. I thought, “I guess once you lost it, you gotta lose it.” With that thought circulating in my mind and after checking my phone for the time, finally, my beautiful face flowers quickly by me, as a number 3 Main bus pulls up to the nearest next stop.  With the bus stopping our adventure is about to begin. I start walking to meet her at the bus stop, with my headphones on and one of my favorite songs playing. The streets light up bright filled with sunshine, bubbles float and along the road as the cars vanish down Hastings. The sun is hot, we are free, we will be dancing in the sand, stretching closer together and feeling beautiful. The feel-good song will burst out of our mouths as we move together singing, and float towards the shimmering water. Watching the sunset with one another, sadness will fill our hearts because we know, once the sun is down… It’s a sad dark world out there. I greet her with a hug, and say, “Lets get away, out of the city for the day, far away from everything but ourselves.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to do the opposite?” We both take a look around us and I know I don't want to loose my heads.

I never lost my head, but my friend did loose hers shortly after.  I still look for it whenever I am down on East Hastings.  Although after all these years, I don’t really know what to look for anymore.

East Hastings, Vancouver 📍

Through the trees

ran across this yesterday at Hastings & Penticton - where that fish shack burned down - I hope someone finds a way to salvage this - but who knows 🤷‍♂️ • #eastvan #eastvancouver #vancouver #vintage #hastingssunrise #hastings #easthastings #vancouverbc #vancouverisawesome #urbantrek #vancouverphotographer (at East Vancouver) https://www.instagram.com/p/COGbi3QH6U0/?igshid=1ooc2s9r8k3oj

Texture...its what makes the difference. It heightens your appreciation for handmade by the fellow man. Giving sight to the blind beyond the visual. #fashion #texture #enginedesignstudios #designstartup #cutandsew #designstudio #artanddesign #collaboration #brotherhood #hardknocks #shopwrong #eastvan #easthastings #vancouverbc #designculture (at Shop Wrong)

As seen on our walk today. #art #painting #getoutside #sunny #easthastings #creative #toofunny #ironic (at Vancouver, British Columbia)

Un orgasmo sonoro #EastHastings #godspeedyoublackemperor #GY!BE #live #festivalaural #aural #salacorona #romanorte #ciudaddemexico #cdmx #blancoynegro #blackandwhite

Now on the ether 📻 Found this baby 15mins ago in a shop. A simply beautiful album, 'East Hastings' still moving af after 20 years.😔 . . . . . #godspeedyoublackemperor #fainfinity #impossibletotag #masterpiece #rock #postrock #guitar #strings #pipes #drums #things #speaker #beautiful #atmosphere #nowplaying #tears #montreal #hotel2tango #constellation #deadflagblues #easthastings #providence #1997 (at Hotel 2 Tango)