Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I submitted a few tee shirt designs called Warrior Angel, Frank, Free, Death Before Dishonor, ZAP!, and Neo Taino to Threadless. com to be voted on and hopefully printed.


If I get enough high scores the shirts will be printed and sold from the site and I will win some prizes. Take a look at it and if you like it, sign up and give them a score.


Being that I submitted a few designs they sent me back a few links and rather than send out half a dozen e-mails I've collected the links in one message. Please click on any or all and vote for me.


ALSO feel free to send this message around to whoever you think might be interested.


I appreciate the help.


Here are the links:

http://www. threadless. com/submission/193468/Neo_Taino

My Threadless.com Submission

http://www. threadless. com/submission/193466/ZAP

My Threadless.com Submission

http://www. threadless. com/submission/193473/Frank

My Threadless.com Submission

http://www. threadless. com/submission/193472/Free

My Threadless.com Submission

http://www. threadless. com/submission/193475/Death_before_Dishonor

My Threadless.com Submission

http://www. threadless. com/submission/193476/Warrior_Angel

My Threadless.com Submission

http://www. threadless. com/submission/193468/Neo_Taino

(if the links aren't clickable then simply copy and paste them into your address bar, thanks guys!

Respectfully,
P.
Hernandez

Be sure to check out my artwork at
www. goofeesnax. com

Sunday, January 4, 2009

lies burn



So the other day I got hit with some serious cabin fever and went for a walk while jamming to some tunes on my mp3 player. Got close to the mall and was thinking of picking up some mp3 speakers and this Marilyn Manson song came on "If I was your vampire" and I started seeing this face in my head in the throws of agony as a light form in the shape of a cross started frying his face. I immediately turned around and headed home.

Power walked actually. Got in, unwound, cleared my head and got right to it. I won't go into the title, that's for you guys to think about.

Great song, that Manson track. Was used for a shitty movie, Max Payne. Best thing about the movie turned out to be that song.

My sister, Melanie would've loved this pic. In fact, she probably saw it before it was out of my head.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Urban Law

Urban Law demands, first and foremost, that you be angry. Angry at what? Doesn't matter, just have a 'tude and direct it at everyone.

You have to have a girl or else you're gay, then cheat on her as much as possible to impress your homeboys much in the way you tried to impress people in High School. And we all know how well THAT worked out.

You need a dog, but not just any dog, you need a PITBULL, preferably with a thick metal chain and masterlock around its neck so everyone WILL know how manly you are by the dog you walk down the street. To add, your dog must sleep in the largest metal, wireframe cage you can afford to stuff into your impossibly cramped living quarters. This will help add to the desired scent of weed, dog piss, and frying bacon.

Yes, Urban Law mandates state you are only a man if you have a pitbull. Without said pitbull at the end of a sturdy leash, you are A BIG PUSSY.

The ghetto requirements go on to say your clothes must be two to three sizes too big, even if you're incredibly fat. your clothes must hang off you in childishly sloppy ways in order to properly mimic the prison dress that inspired the style because everyone in the ghetto knows if you're going to admire anyone it has to be a convict; current or ex.

Moving right along you need gold, around your neck, in your mouth, or on your fingers. Nevermind your children and their stupid need for food or the rent and cable bill being three months overdue...YOU HAVE TO HAVE THAT GOLD! At all costs!

Your apartment should be in the poorest possible condition imaginable without legally being declared a De-militarized zone. Your bedroom should have all your clothes on the floor mingling happily with plates of food, empty soda cans and beer bottles.

Speaking of beer, by ALL MEANS you should drink the poorest swill available on the market. This is key otherwise you will not have enough money left over from your government check to buy Blunts and / or Rolling Papers as well as a bag or two of Sour Cream and Onion chips and a pack of Newports. Newports are also key as no one in the hood smokes anything but.

The only time you are allowed to smoke a different brand of cigarette is when your pack runs out at 3 in the morning and your only recourse is to bum from your girl's pack and she smokes Virginia Slims.

You should have, in your roach trap of an apartment, a tv set large enough to blind people in space. ALSO, and this is of major importance, you MUST possess an offensively loud surround sound system powerful enough to shake the very paint from your hard working neighbor's, children's bedroom ceiling.

Your refrigerator should have nothing less than a half gallon container of milk, a four year old box of baking soda, some cheese, wonder bread, Kool-Aid, a six pack of cheap beer, and moldy lettuce in the Cripser. Eggs "stuck" to the holders on the fridge door are optional as are several packets of duck and soy sauce.

Which leads me to the next item on the list of Do's and Don'ts under Urban Law...

You must have a menu from every single take-out joint in the area. The list goes as follows:
Chinese
Pizza
Mexican

If you're feeling frisky and want to take one of your "ladies" out on the town then a sure fire way to win her black heart is dinner and a movie. By this we mean a bag of burgers from White Castle or a bucket of KFC and something from Blockbuster.

You may cap off this stellar evening with a bottle of White Zimfandel ($4.99 with sales tax) and a blunt just for you and her that you would of course roll yourself and as a romantic gesture...have her lick it shut.

What should follow is a fairly inebriated twenty minutes of poorly thought out, emotionally dead, unprotected sex, because let's face it...it just takes too long to find a condom and put it on. Besides, that's how babies are born.

Following the sweaty grunt fest should come The Sleeping / Snoring portion of the evening.

In the morning will come The Cereal, The Breakfast Blunt, orange juice (we need our vitamin C), and perhaps a morning beer to start the day off right. Then maybe we'll get to brushing our teeth and getting dressed in whatever's on top of The Pile.

Then it's off to the corner where we get to repeat the previous day's activities all over again.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Some thoughts about Lot's wife

Believe it or not I dreamt this up the other night and woke up laughing. If this winds up in an e-mail chain, someone stole it from me and I curse their armpits with a thousand fleas.

So in the Bible, Lot's wife got turned to salt right? That tells me she was white, you know...standard...salt, ok so bearing that in mind, what if he was married to a black chick.

Obviously she would've been turned into pepper.

Going on that tangent...married to a latina woman...Adobo!

A chinese woman...Duck sauce! That bitch woulda been TASTY!

married to an italian woman...Oregano!

married to a Jew...duck sauce...all they eat (NY Jews) is Chinese food anyway.

married to an Indian woman...Curry powder.

married to a Jamaican woman...weed.

married to an Irish woman...potatoes.

married to a Russian woman...vodka, yes a pillar of vodka. Fuckit, its the Bible...anything goes.

Friday, December 5, 2008

From the Archives

Digging through my closet for some work to hang up in my office space at home I found an old sketchpad, a huge ass 14x17 one, that I used to use and inside were some forgotten treasures from as far back as 1993. Amazing how some stuff can still hold up after so many years. I'm always chucking artwork every few years but the stuff that stays seems to really last. There are a few new pieces from the last few weeks mixed in as well. So here they are...




The Yin Yang Ninja was one of those things I created back in the early 90's during my Ninja Phase. I have no idea what the Chinese letters mean.



These characters, Omega 7 I created just a week or so ago. I've been watching a lot of new animation for kids on Saturdays and got inspired to do something straight up Superhero / classic comic book stuff. No grounding in reality, gritty goth crap which has become the norm in comics today but imagery / heroes geared for a young audience who would be real heroes. Symbols of strength and goodness. A nod to the Golden Age of heroes, spandex be damned!



VENOM. This was done originally as a tattoo design for a friend who chickened out and never got it done. I went all out on the anatomy and details and he pussed out, go figure.




Years ago I was commissioned to design some stuff for one of the guys from Jodeci (can't remember his name at all) who was creating a side group called Swing Mob. The final design was bought and is owned by him but I always liked these leftovers and kept them in case someone else wanted to have them tweaked for their idea.




This came as a surprise to even me. My dearly departed sister Melanie. I never thought I could ever bring myself to paint her image but it just happened unexpectedly about two weeks ago. No idea how I held it together while making it but I did. I try to draw strength from her memory and the Buddhist teachings I've been studying lately. I'll miss her forever but will carry her with me equally as long.




Somewhere around '91 I was commissioned to do some Pebbles n Bam Bam designs for a new line of t-shirts that hit the streets the same time as the first Flintstones movie came out. I was given a monster folder of P and B designs right from Hanna Barbara and had to learn how to draw them as if they were real. Had to learn the shape of the faces, their hands, etc. The trick was to make them "street" and hip hop without getting trashy. Some of you, if you bought Flintstones shirts back then, the hip ones anyway, were probably wearing some of my work. I don't have the ones the company bought off me but it was a fun gig.



















Years back I was sketching various images of this Angel I'd dreamt of and studying his deconstruction. He went through many changes and some of them are lost or still hiding in my closets somewhere. At one point he became cybernetic. There's a lot of commentary on religion mixed in but I won't share that because it will kill the concepts in your head. You feel what you want from these sketches.




Another in the Angel series from way back in the 90's.

Friday, November 21, 2008

So Bizarre I had to share it



from Sky News in the UK:

Woman killed by her Husband's Coffin

Brazilian Marciana Silva Barcelos, 67, was on her way to the cemetery when the hearse she was travelling in was hit by another car.

The coffin was thrown forward by the impact and slammed into her head, killing her instantly.

Her husband Josi Silveira Coimbra, 76, had died the night before from a heart attack at a dance.

The driver of the hearse and Barcelos' son suffered minor injuries.

The accident occurred in Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil's Southernmost state.

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And yet I keep receiving e-mails from people in a legitimate panic about how many stores are closing and where. Someone in an e-mail actually said "We need Jesus to step in and fix this."

I couldn't imagine writing anything so stupid and clueless.

Jesus was simple and kind and wore robes which could be made from any stretch of material. Just grab some cloth and wrap it around your body. He didn't need Kohl's or Levitz or Bombay Inc.

Greedy, clueless Americans are getting their wake up call. Tighten your belt, live without that extra Blackberry, make something to eat at home instead of going out to Red Lobster five times a week.

Be glad you're not living in an area shelled several times a day by mortar fire. Be glad you're not forced to live your life without your sister or best friend anymore.

Be glad for what you have. Stores are closing...? And...?

Tell me about a real problem and I'll lend you an ear but this is nothing. This is necessary. People need to wake up and learn how to cope.

Shopping is not living, if anything its quite the opposite. It's hiding.

Maybe this will force people to start reading or going for walks.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Keep your windows open

I have never been drawn to organized religion, ever, not even as a child. I went to church because I had to but something about the entire process always felt wrong to me. Fascists will say it was my wicked nature or the Devil, but I know that's nonsense. I've done more good in my life than most of the religious devotees I've met in my travels.

Religion, the Catholic one in particular, is control. It does not offer freedom it offers rules and guilt and manipulation to keep you coming back and donating. Every so often they, the preachers, priests, and zealots of the world, throw in a "Be kind to your neighbor" to even things out but ultimately it's about seeing the world in a certain way and being trapped by your guilt and fear of supernatural judgment from an invisible force no one has ever seen.

I believe in the spirit of the individual because I've seen it, in my sister. I've seen a body with and without that spirit so I know it exists because of the physical difference between the stages.

The concept of God taught in church, and written about in the Bible is a Father, a protector, someone who loves "all his children" equally. He, according to Them, gave us Free Will.

So how can we have Free Will and yet be expected to follow doctrines and rules systems set up in a book by human beings who are obviously flawed? It's a contradiction. If God exists he exists within us good or bad. In the New Testament Satan was the main villain but he didn't exist as The Big Bad in the Old, God was both loving and wrathful in that one. He sent down plaques and struck people down with lightening and marked people for their crimes against their brothers...so like us God was both good and bad.

But that started to work against the church so they re-vamped "the word of God" and laid out the New Testament.

How can anyone re-write the word of God? It's God, his word is final, right? There should be only one book, but because the church has to keep up with an evolving society, thousands of years after mocking the existence of dinosaurs, for example, now they acknowledge their existence.
Why? Because intelligence keeps growing, people keep learning and the old lies cannot stand against new levels of knowledge.

Religion is control. It is an act of relieving yourself of any responsibility and dropping it in the hands of Tha Almighty. That is wholly irresponsible and childish.

God has a plan, God will provide, God will answer your prayers.

No He won't. No he doesn't. No he can't.

It's also said that God helps those who help themselves. But if you're helping yourself then you don't need his help. And if He's just waiting around for you to do for yourself then why worship him? Worship yourself. You do for you. You can't sit around waiting for an invisible man to come and magically fix your life.

The instant I decided to stop praying and looking to God for help and salvation I felt free of guilt. You figure if you are reaching out to some God to fix everything wrong with you and it doesn't happen then because of your religious upbringing, its your fault and you should feel guilty because something you did keeps God from you. So if we are powerful enough to keep God at bay then shouldn't we be powerful enough to change our own lives without guilt and needing a supernatural handout?

Catholicism is an enabling religion. It breeds dependency and selfishness and piety. It gives shelter to Know-it-Alls, and judgmental zealots who try to fix your problems while ignoring teir own in an effort to feel superior. They hide from their own flaws and bury themselves in yours because it is easier. there are pedophiles and perverts and murderers in that religion who simply blow off their own behavior by thinking that God will forgive them if they go to confession. If they simply talk to a priest in a dark room and recite the prayers he orders them to recite then all is well and forgiven.

Is God really that simple when humans are so complex? All you have to do if you kill or rape someone is say you're sorry? You don't have to improve yourself, teach yourself right and wrong, you just have to apologize?

That's what we tell children when they do something wrong. Say you're sorry, which is why religious devotees are always so childish in their arguments or debates. When they can't cajole you with their point of you they use threats and intimidation, or bribery. If you can't see the "wisdom" of their ways then "The Devil's gonna get ya" or "You'll find your REWARD in Heaven."

They'll do anything to keep the attendance high.

But every sermon ever tells you at some point that God will be there if you just give yourself over to him...give yourself over...releasing control over your own actions. Catholicism relieves you of responsibility so long as you attend church regularly and donate money.

What does God need with money? Isn't it the root of all evil? Yet on the dollar it still says In God We trust.

Which God, the Holy One, or the Financial One?

We are God unto our own private section of reality. Our little corner of the world is out universe, our temple, our church.So we must practice kindness and compassion and understanding unto ourselves before we can EVER hope to practice it in the company of others.

God is not in the Bible, he, It, She, Them, is in us, our actions, our hearts and minds.

Religion is control and that contradicts Free Will.

If we have free will then we have no business being in church, following religion and letting others tell us how to live.


So long as someone else controls what you do, say, feel, eat, wear, listen to, and watch...you're not living. You're not in control of your life and your out of sync with the universe and nature.

Think, feel, even if its anger or depression, feel them to the fullest then let them pass right through you like air because they always do. Anger never lasts unless you feed it, depression never lasts unless you feed it.

Doesn't it make more sense to feed happiness and compassion and understanding? Because they too will pass. They'll go away for a bit just like anger and depression but they'll be back, so in the mean time enjoy them while they are here, feed them and they'll stay as long as they can.

You can't take happiness for granted just like you can't take anger for granted. They have places to be, others to visit and can't stay as long as you like. You have to fortify your house until they return. Block your doors against depression and anger and open your windows so happiness can find its way back in. Anger and depression have to force their way into your home like bandits. Happiness and compassion wait for you to invite them in like welcome guests.

Be free on control and learn to accept things as they are meant to be in nature. The only thing you can ever control is yourself, the only thing you can ever change is yourself. You can't control the weather, life, other people. You can try but it will always fail. You can beat your dog into submission but will it ever love you? No. And one day it will look for a chance to turn on you because ;like us, it doesn't want to be controlled.

Teach, don't control, don't force.

Accept...and keep your windows open.