Recent Drippings on Paper

I just wanted to share a few of my recent drawlings and drippings and doodlings and so forth. While I can't guarantee any enjoyment for the potential viewer, the process and time spent doing them was rewarding INDEED! 

Oh the Biting and Feeding...

Another Can of Terror (Insomnia)

A Gaze From The Ancient Gallery

Life Lines

Dream Visitor

I Hear Voices of Many People

Every Hat is God's Hat

RAT FINK RULES FOREVER!

LOYAL ORDER OF THE FINK

RAT FINK WILL CUT YOUR HAIR FOR FREE

PURPLY

The Master and Creator! 

Stickery/Strata of the Street

Strata of the Streets

Fill the world with color

Watch the skies but...

Watch the WALLS 

SIGNS POINT EVERY WHICH WAY!

Art Is My Weapon! The sticker is mightier than the drone!

Pompadour Frankie to Zombie Skates to Howling Blobs!

Visual SD...Mecca for Daygo Street Writers

DALI Meets a Flying Pig in Lurkville and they get STUCK 

Roger Has Records. Vozalt Has a Project 

Hello, My Name Is =...@^#*%^#(T^^^+$#

San Francisco Door Beautified

SHHH! Japher is Sleeping! 

Walls and Streets and So Forth

SCOOTER FLIGHT

HEAVY FLOW

They Were Here

Street Surfer All the Way...NO OCEAN! 

Flower of Life

STYLE

Glossolalia 

Psychic Moment

A King of sorts I suppose! 

DOTSSPOTSBLOTS

Dearly Departed Scooter Shop...

Psychedelic Woman...You Wonderful! 

CANS

I've noticed that over the past few years spent Graf cans have become their own min-canvases. I love that it give a second life to these totems of street art and the clever visual puns brought to bear on them are often hilarious. 

From Rustoleum to Krylon to 'Staches to Wild Style

Freaky Styley

CAN-MAN and his friends

CORMORANTS

Cormorants

Cormorants,

Gathered on the rocks.

A coven of watery witches.

Arms akimbo.

Beaks skyward.

Eyes fixed on the dome of clouds, drying black on black winged robes as they watch the passing waves.

Cormorants,

Rotating slowly in a graceful ballet.

Sunlight streaming through moisture-matted feathers giving rise

To hazy humid steam prayers.

They daydream of oily fish sliding down their gullets.

They meditate on the freedom of flight.

Cormorants,

Millions of them diving as one into the belly of the sea.

Millions of them breaking the surface,

A cascading fountain of

BLACK, BLACK, BLACK!

Cormorants,

Gathered on the shores of our lives.

Masters of all Worlds,

Observing our frail, feeble, flightless flesh passing by.

“What a pity” they think nodding to each other.

Keith Boyd 2013 

Public Arts

Notes On A Blue Guitar

Stomping Out a Rhythm 

Flowers of Life

Things Half in Shadow

The Freak in his natural plumage

Xylophone Shadow Play

Chihuly Lifeform

Deep in the Flow

Peaceful Morning Hello