Another Painting From CanyonLand.

Do you remember fever dreams?

Art A Whirl Wrap Up.

Unfortunately not everyone was able to attend the weekend art fest, several out of towners where wondering what the show looked like. We didn't get any pictures of the crowds but we will share a couple of the newest paintings created for the event. Over the next couple of days we will highlight some of our recent works. Today we have one of the first batch of paintings in the CanyonLand series.

Art A Whirl Is A Go!

This weekend King Mini will be participating in the North East art festival know around the world as Art A Whirl. Along with some of Minneapolis finest minds we will be schilling our wares to the hungry art buying masses. Stop by the Puny space: 1618 Central Avenue North East Suite 130, and prepare to be mildly amused.

See You On Mars.

Spring Has Offically Arrived.

There are many different signs of spring here in the midwest. Pale white skin, lawn mowers and the beginning of vacation season. The first batch of summer pennies arrived in our mail box this week. So when you journey across this great land take a moment and crush a penny for us here at the home office. Rest assured your official certificates of thanks are on the way.

"Home" Scmbag Flash Fiction.

He knew she would be waiting on the porch as he crept the car up the alleyway, parking his 81 Supra in the neighbor's garage. It was simple, the extra key was under a rock in the former flower garden. He slipped into the house, passing by a lifetime of family photos dutifully smiling, whispering some of the house's dirty secrets. In the bedroom dresser drawer, hidden beneath a decommissioned work week of starched white shirts, was that wallet--never for anything fun, for emergencies. This was his emergency. That 500 hundred dollars was going a long way towards fixing things. He paused only for a second, looking at the picture of himself on the dresser: young, handsome and hopeful. He headed out the back door while she waited at front door, wishing for the faded yesterdays return.

We're A Happy Family. Scumbag Flash Fiction

It was Toni's lucky day. After circling the block fives times, he pulled the Nova into a parking space with a couple minutes left on the meter. "Score!" he thought, looking toward Denise. The 'I told you' stuck to his lips, held in place by the dead-eyed stare of Denise sitting silently in the passenger seat. Any idea of victory, regardless of how small, was fleeting.
In the final weeks of pregnancy, Denise was tired, bloated and focused on making her baby's room perfect. "Listen," Denise said, "we don't have all day." In the back seat was Toni's Peavey bass guitar and amp. "Ask for Mr. Brice. He was nice on the phone," Denise said. Back at her mother's, an empty den waited for the crib, rocker, and changing table that would make them a family in her still teen mind. He was in and out just like that, nothing special about it. Money in pocket, Toni turned over the 250cc straight six and headed for Baby-Mart. He had yet to realize it, but there would be no more rock n roll.