Hi! My name's Chris. I've lived in Los Angeles since 1995, when I came out here for grad school. I 'm originally from the north side of Columbus, OH.

I'm a creative writer and artist and have shown my work in galleries in Los Angeles. Check out my art here.

I've also written a graphic novel! You can check out some sample pages here.

I like graphic novels, Christmas, tide pools, grilled cheese sandwiches, reading, biker moustaches, dudes, football (Ohio State and the New Orleans Saints), sea monsters, painting, pine trees, bookstores, tennis, going to the gym, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Cricket Magazine, gloves with the fingers torn off, illustration, rugby players, Trina Schart Hyman, Stephen King, horror films, Hillary Clinton, film history and unexplained phenomena.

I blog about illustration, painting, Atari, films, Christmas, books...and things from my favorite era: the late 1970s/early 80s. As well as assorted other stuff!

Email: Cobbler3@yahoo.com
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CURRENTLY READING: American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis

 

why am i just now learning about this?

why am i just now learning about this?

blastedheath:

Maurice de Vlaminck (French, 1876-1958), Champ de blés. Oil on canvas, 60.1 x 73.2 cm.
via cinque-del-mattino

blastedheath:

Maurice de Vlaminck (French, 1876-1958), Champ de blés. Oil on canvas, 60.1 x 73.2 cm.

via cinque-del-mattino

Just woke up from a dream where a red-haired homeless person climbed over my patio wall using a set of wooden steps (?) and was trying to push a shopping cart through my screen door. After I dealt with him, someone started thumping at the door to the apartment, trying to break it down. I yelled GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE at the top of my lungs (it sounded super tough) and they left. After I ran outside to see who it was, I realized that it was the street I grew up on (?) and I saw four girls dressed completely in orange pants and t-shirts get into an 80s hatchback piled full of Yellow Pages, giggle and drive away as I yelled at the top of my lungs.