Thursday, December 18, 2008


- - - contrafiction - - -

Vitamin E can kill you and milk is not good for the bones
We use to go to dealers but now doctors are keeping us stoned
An apple a day is repetitive and so is beer and wine
Selling addictive personalities that sort of mirror mine
No symptoms showing but still I need an instant fill
It’s real. I’d kill for my next prescription pill

It’s not medicine it’s chemical concoctions
that scientists concoct and then package into boxes
Then corporations market it as innocent relief
to everyone from infants to senior citizens in need
Hospital’s privatized, the bottom lines you pay the price
Crammed in a hallway is not a civilized way to die
We need more doctors but that club is so elitist
and we need a better strategy than drugging up from fetus
Please diagnose my dying hopes, ask “Why am I supplying dope?”
“Doctor! It’s important!”
said as they walked into the morgue instead of the orphanage,
he was supposed to operate now he sees the baby’s corpse bleeding from all orifices.

I’m the captain of a sinking ship, rapping, drinking thinking it’s fixed
with a fist and depression at my fingertips
with the effects that linger then lift,
and happiness hits, then it hit
Inside myself, someone else lives.

The human experience has been given a face lift
Mars, it isn’t far from the place they built the space ships
Now I am the stepson of an ancient civilization
I remember color but see only caucasian
Cultivated boy in a system once known as farming
But with meats and vegetables, not military's and armies

I melt into the horizon, devise lies and succumb to my vices
Hate surprises, but prizes man I’ll take the time to find them
Hate mail gets sent, nowadays, press send
Let’s end everything mentality when rejection sets in
I am but a human, my shelter’s made of wood
I built it with my own hands using anything I could
It’s structurally sound, firm foundation on the ground
My ape stance barbarian and very uninspired

Sanctum’s on a train somewhere, thanks yo, but I ain’t prepared
I’m thankful for each strand of hair
I’m anxious to end the sanctions on the chains I wear, the pains I bear
Jerm9 is not a perfect of person though the words he blurts are alert and observant

I’ve slept on a mattress I’ve slept in a warm bed
I’ve slept on a cold floor I’ve slept on a park bench
I’ve slept on a carpet I’ve slept on a snow bank
I’ve been offered a place to crash and still said “no thanks”
I’ve slept in police stations and courthouses alike
I’ve slept in jail cells and didn’t know I was alive
I’ve slept behind fences, apprehensively at first…
I slept in tents and unintentionally discovered nature’s worth
Yet it hurts to admit that my defenses didn’t work
I must believe in aliens because there’s no purpose to earth

Milk is not good for the bones and an apple a day is repetitive
Tylenol gives cancer and cell phones killed public etiquette
Everything is nonsense here because no one has a conscience
And all the food is processed so it’s no wonder I’m exhausted

I’ve never been abducted by alien’s only government agencies
It’s tongue-and-cheek they way eye-nose what’s facing me.
My poison arrows pierce, my bow is narrow, fierce.
In amongst a field of totem poles and scarecrows,
No one seems to notice that I go the way my hair blows.
(I’m always logging my inner forest)

Having visions…
On my deathbed shivering
Having visions…
Of my mother on the same bed delivering
Hold it right there. I’m fed up with night terrors.
Battling self and that fucker don’t fight fair.

jerm IX - 2005

Sunday, December 14, 2008

thought bubbles

yesterday i came to the conclusion that i need to share my voice, literally. ninja and i spent the day creating thought bubbles on 8.5x11 printer paper, upon which we stenciled some of our simpler phrases and pasted them in the streets. the aim is to have the work itself be more engaging to the public and to urge people to interact with their environment, the message indeed changes with a person in frame. conversations and comic strips is where i plan on going with this, but that's for another blog.

last night was amazing. coming from ontario, the cold air and snow gave the night a very nostalgic feel. it rarely snows in vancouver. a flash mob of at least a hundred santa's storming through gastown as massive snowflakes raced towards the ground was surreal. every time we opened the back-pack to put up a piece it was covered in snow. on main st. at the edge of chinatown we put up this piece, the photo's in this blog were taken early this morning and are of passers-by.

...this isn't where it happened

a few hours and a few pieces later, we're in an infamous drug alley in downtown vancouver pasting up an "i love this city" thought bubble. everything is covered in snow and my paste is in a yogurt container in a plastic grocery bag in the snow at my feet. the alley is unusually quiet as orange light spills over us from a pole with a leonard asper sticker on it. my brush is on the wall, pasting the paper to the red brick, as i look over my shoulder and say...
"there's a cop on pender", still pasting, oblivious to the obvious.
"cop", ninja whispers as he pulls into the alley. headlights are illuminating me as i toss the brush into the bag at my feet. the driver isn't even out of the car when he says "what did you throw sir?"
i confidently spout out "no sir, i assure you i did not." two flashlights perform a light show in circles on the snow covered cement around the bag and brush, ignoring them as he repeats his question.
"i'm sure i saw you throw something."
"so, what are you, shepard fairey?", officer two asks.
"who?" i stutter back. haha.
"how much have you had to drink tonight sir?" from officer one.
i say "around three". six or seven away from three, i think to myself.
officer two continues, "so, what is this, a collaboration?"
"what?" i say.
"well two people and art, that's a collaboration, right?" he says as i giggle inside like a school girl.
i tell him "we've been together for almost 13 years, so yeah, i guess we're a collaboration."
i picture him talking to his wife like that, 'hey honey, wanna collaborate on some children?'
anyway, cops, i think as i light yet another smoke. i peel the piece off the brick and put it back in ninja's bag as if that's protocol as we chat small talk while they run our names.
"you know what neighborhood you're in right?'
"Then you know why we stopped you?"
"yeah, i know."
"have a good night" they simultaneously say as they get back in their cruiser.

they had little interest and no concern for my art pasting, it was very re-assuring.

Ten minutes later we are a few blocks away unfolding the sopping wet piece and putting it up again.

...i love this city

the direct quotes series is fun for me, like many of them, this quote is from an underground rapper. Ill Bill
it may be offensive to some, but that is the point. war is pretty fucking offensive.

ill bill quote

Monday, August 25, 2008

cascading living room (i can't stop)

cascading living room

the last few days have been spent wrapping everything that's not nailed down with fragments.
i'll be taking this approach to the urban environment in the next few months.
it has been very cathartic to immerse myself in this project, i'm just not ready to let go.

ccf shelf
ccf shelf

the cascading confession was originally conceived and created for the TEXT-BASED THROWUP THROWDOWN. after accepting a friendly challenge from fellow street artist ANDREW01, ninja and i created this 8 and a half foot by 5 foot piece as the background, sub-text layer. my intention was to cover this layer up with banners, which i did, partially hiding the message.
it wasn't until after i had come clean on the city streets that the piece really hit me.

i'll go back to that in a future blog.

peace and love

Thursday, August 21, 2008

jermalism box

jermalism box (front)

the jermalism box is the first in a set. it is another incarnation of the cascading confession, pasted to a newspaper box. gonzo jermalism. the boxes will appear both in the street and in a gallery show.

a few spots i decorated this week include..

aboard the Queen of the Cowichan between Vancouver & Nanaimo

aboard the Coastal Renaissance between Vancouver & Nanaimo
i never finish what i star

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

my first blog

like a moth drawn to an open flame, my first blog.

with the 2010 olympics getting closer in Van, i have enlisted the help of several other artists to assist me on a massive project that will encompass SEVERAL city blocks and provide a stark critique of the city's handling of the homelessness and addiction crisis that is plaguing Vancouver's downtown eastside neighborhood. as with all olympic shames, people are being displaced, but not helped. I hope to bring this project to fruition on the streets in about a year's time, as the olympic build-up hits full throttle. i will be working periodically on this project as well as keeping up my frantic pace of annotating and providing quality gonzo jermalism.

a few spots i decorated this week include...

the peak of grouse mountain in North Van
what would david suzuki do...

Patullo Bridge between New West & Surrey
(which is slated to be removed and replaced with a toll bridge privately owned by translink company)
troubled bridge over water

heineken billboard @ Science World in Van


behind Monte Clark Gallery @ Granville & 8thish in Van

attention to retail
The Book of A09 (Chapter 2)