Boulet gets denied entrance into London. He visits Seattle and New York City. Ninja Turtle and Judge Dredd comic submissions.YEAR 2013
Boulet visits Las Vegas, New York City, Indiana, New Orleans, and Carrollton Texas. See all the sketches from the year 2012
Boulet's life according to the year 2011. Toronto Canada. Amelia Chang comic, B-Girl VS D-GRRRL comic. Dallas Texas
Adventure in the year 2010 and before. Beginning ArtLOVEMagic. Dallas Texas roots.
UPDATED 7.22.2014 by BOULET
Not all who wander are lost...
The lovely and talented Jenny Singer wrote an article on me as a traveling artist. Wanna read it? click below.
NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST
UPDATED 7.16.2014 by BOULET
The call of the road.
To the CHALICE CUP
where the Bizzare Brothers have a non solvent hash entry, and I was just told I was going with.
We leave Oakland and...
to San Bernardino
I am on the road again.
On main stage, E40 gets the crowd hype
AWARDS , RAINBOWS , AND , LES CLAYPOOL.
Les Claypool's "Duo De Twang."
The reason I am here.
We want the Bizzare Brothers to win.
Non Solvent Hash
Third place is announced.
Second Place is announced.
The Bizzare Brothers take second place, and they are happy.
Goodbye Chalice Cup 2014
UPDATED 07.08.2014 by BOULET
i'm running around on the BART, trying to find something smart
UPDATED 07.01.2014 by BOULET
Walking across the Golden Gate Bridge
I spot a police man profiling me. It makes me uncomfortable.
I know what hes doing.
He thinks I want to jump off this bridge.
I walk past, and he catches up.
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Im already opening my sketchbook, ready to explain, as he fries off a bunch of questions. I answer.
Where you from? What brings you to the bridge today?
I explain that I am an artist, show him my drawing of the bridge, and thank him for being concerned about me. He smiles.
Well, okay. He says. I just wanted to make sure you werent gonna jump. You looked a little gloom.
We say bye, and I walk to the Vista Point side of the bridge, but with a weird feeling. Was I gonna jump?
I didnt get close to the edge again, but a couple times I did sing to myself, loudly.
UPDATED 06.24.2014 by BOULET
Watercolors from Seattle
I've forgotten how much I loved it here
COLORADO TO MESA VERDE TO CALIFORNIA
She looked at me and said "I see you. You are one thousand different points of light and different colors."
And I let her get away.
Looking back I'm not sure if there was anything I could have done. I was in love from the start, and she would leave me at a bus stop in Bakersfield CA.
This would be my Colorado.
I followed Sarah out here, with out a plan. The last five years have been without plans. Usually it works out.
So here I am, climbing a mountain in Boulder Colorado
I gotta stop to catch my breath.
Exhausted, I plop down.
Ow. Something is sticking in my butt.
I don't care.
Catch my breath.
I stretch out in the warm sun, and fall asleep.
When I wake up, and decide to move again I realize I had been laying in a cactus patch.
That was the pain.
So I will continue the climb with a fair amount of cactus thorns stuck in my butt.
I was this high.
I wanted to climb to the "weird" rock but at that point I was satisfied.
Denver Art Museum
I'm sketching in the Modern Masters exhibit, and a security guard tells me that I can not sketch in here.
This is the first time I've ever been told I can't sketch something.
Oh, my bruised ego.
" BECAUSE ANIMALS PREFER TO BE KILLED BY BEAUTIFUL THINGS;
I sketch the mountain one day when it is covered in low clouds.
I call this my back yard, as I can walk to it, as it only takes 20 minutes.
By now I have spent a month in Colorado, drawing, and smoking weed- with Sarah.
I know that if I follow her to California I will be following heartbreak.
She looks at me, and smiles. I smile back. Let it break, I think.
Let it break into a thousand fucking pieces.
I'll be strong enough to get through this, besides isn't it said that the more your heart breaks the more it opens up?
So I chip in on the gas, and we ride to
" Innocence is proof of Spirituality"
After sleeping in the national forest, hoping, but not seeing a Sasquatch, we wake up early in the AM to a park ranger cruising by.
It's a beautiful day, and when we arrive at Mesa Verde we are one of the first ones there.
Sarah screams "It ain't about existing anymore- it's about living!"
It's Sunday morning, today, this is our church.
"House of Many Windows"
Flashback to Boulder CO, at a Goodwill, we picked up some road music. One CD is Elton John "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" This will play on loop the remaining time, fusing that song and these following memories. Together. Forever.
She books two tours.
( BELOW- LOOKING INSIDE SARAH'S JEEP )
Sarah is, the self labeled, "Queen of Psyadelics"
(If you have ever heard the Sublime song "SCARLET BEGONIAS". I'm convinced it was written about her.)
Sarah pulls out two tabs of acid.
She looks at me and says "I see you. You are one thousand different points of light and different colors."
She hands me a tab.
And I drop acid for the first time.
It's gonna take a little bit for it to kick in so I have time to tell you about the tour we're about to go on.
It's an affordable tour, at only $4, and it allows us to go down into the cliff dwellings. Joining a large group, we climb ladders and crawl through small tunnels to get to the main area.
When the tour exits Sarah and I stay behind.
We are left alone in the ruins.
It gives her time to do something that she wanted, which is connect to the ancestors here.
She climbs down into one of the giant holes, touches the bottom, and leaves an offering- a bracelet she had picked up early on the road.
Off limits, unless....
She climbs back up and we hang out until we can hear the next tour coming.
And yes, by now the acid has kicked in.
Laughing, we make our exit.
We squeeze through a small hole, and then up a ladder, we come to a locked gate.
No problems. We hop the fence.
A confused, vacationing, husband and wife stare at us
"I want to talk to the bees." Sarah announces, and I follow her into the wooded dessert.
I can see the life force of the trees here.
They dance and sway in the wind. .
A realization while on acid
I smile, as I watch the trees dance.
I can see them breathing. In. out. Along with me.
What happens if I stop? They also so down.
SO the universe is a reflection of me/ you only.
As selfish as that is, I control all of this.
Then I realize all the beauty I miss outside.
I promise myself I will quit killing myself with tobacco
Knowledge is seeing beyond.
THE PEN IS MY LOVER.
I will die alone.
So I create beauty, everyday.
Heal your heart
Heal the world.
It's time to interact and remind ourselves that we are at Mesa Verde.
We return to the cliff dwellings, but damn, there are a lot of people.
We decide on something a little more low key, which is to walk the petroglyph trail
I watch Sarah,
jump and skip.
Did I already tell you that she was beautiful?
She stops to talk to a lizard, and confirms that we are going the right way.
We stop to admire the view, but head for a better one.
She finds it. A cave.
We have to climb to it. She immediately does, and helps me up.
This is where we will stay for hours.
I stare at the view, committing it to memory, but I do sketch it as well.
A crow swoops past us, it's new neighbors.
We joke and laugh and smoke weed.
The acid makes us feel good.
This is cave life, and surely this must have been what it was like back in the day.
We spend time laying out on the front rock, sun bathing.
Tourists walk past the trail, and and I welcome them to our cave.
They all smile.
one interaction that makes me smile. About the third time I've welcomed someone
A couple, an older man and woman.
Sarah says Hello first.
Me: "Welcome" Gesturing to our cave and mountain.
"You've guys been hanging out here long?" asks the man, as they continue down
"Oh, a couple years." I answer.
Sarah discovers the sandstone sounds hollow and creates a drum beat with the rocks.
Don't change the channel- look at that view.
I guess we should leave the cave, before it gets dark. We do gotta hike back.
I say goodbye to the cave, and climb down. That was the highlight of the trip for me.
"GOODBYE MESA VERDE"
It's been a long day.
The sun sets as we drive out of the park.
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road is on repeat, and it plays us out of the park.
Thank you Elton John for helping make Mesa Verde awesome.
Now the weird part.
Unexplained "Lights" come in and out of this Colorado Mountian.
What I saw was
The next morning I am woken up by Sarah smiling, saying "Wanna see some dinosaur tracks?
Hell yes. I open the door.
It's a long drive to California, and closer to the end.
Sarah stops to pick up a hitch hiker.
Later she said it was because she could see his glow.
He was a red headed kid, and in the sunlight that red hair did glow.
His name is Daniel.
He has an accent, that the second thing I noticed. Besides the red hair.
He's a musician headed to Las Vegas to record.
50 miles later of polite conversation, we drop him off.
He quickly disappears into another car.
this is the end.
I chip in a little more on gas, and we make it to Bakersfield California.
Sarah stops about two blocks away from the GreyHound bus station, and looks at me. "This is okay right?"
I guess so.
I hop out, and she is already pulling my things out of her Jeep.
I try to smile.
We hug as she says "We will see each other again, soon"
I know that is a lie.
I turn around and leave, never looking back, and never to see Sarah again.
She left with her lover, the road.
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
Boulet's adventures in the year of our world 2013
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