Saturday, September 6, 2014


What traits do certain exceptional people possess that makes them so successful AND beloved? Their drive? Looks? Personality? Talent? Confidence? Often times a mix of several, if not all those things. God created us all as equals yet there's the select few that just EXPLODE with fame while others die without ever really living. I guess regardless of how popular or rich you become, the most important thing is to be happy and a good person.

Granted, Joan Rivers got under other people's skin and didn't give a flying fuhhh what anyone thought but at the end of the day you gotta love that overly-botoxed ball of sass. She and Robin Williams are legends.

So I drew a joint tribute drawing to these stars


When I was in college, I worked at Tropical Smoothie and I wanted to share the message my manager sent me out of the blue on FaceBook:

Jeremy you just absolutely blow me away....who would have EVER thought that a former employee of mine at TSC would have such an incredible God given talent... just don't forget us little people when you are having a New York Showing to the Rich and Famous....because that is where you ARE headed...I get speechless sometimes looking at your artwork...breathtaking.

I got accepted into art school after college, I'm a good artist... but YOU are GIFTED Jer..... I mean DAMN... I could always draw everything....EXCEPT people, and you have this talent, gift...this perception of looking at people...and sketching them, and not just people, literally take my breath away looking at your art.

I wasted my talent and did nothing with it, but I just had talent, you have a without a doubt, the best God given talent I've ever seen Jer and I think you remember that I'm bluntly honest...and I would NOT be saying ANY of this if I didn't believe it, see it, shit, when you draw some things sometimes...I can feel it...It's unlike anything I've ever felt before... maybe it's because whenever I look at art, I obviously don't know the artist.. because lets be honest...I don't know anyone that can draw beyond bob marley as a stick figure smoking a fake joint with rainbows and unicorns in the it must be because I know I miss you and PLEASE keep posting your art...I LOVE looking forward to buying one one day....if I can afford it lol Love ya and keep doing what you were intended to do, I'm so proud of you.

Day, made. I think people who become legends all have an amazing support system and I feel blessed to have that when it comes to my artwork.

Who knows, maybe I will have a New York showing one day! If I do, you all are invited!!

The best is yet to come...

Much Love Guys.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Do One Thing Every Day That Scares You

Last night I met up with a guy I met online. Shocking, I know. Nothing happened (sexually) and before I got out of my car to meet him, I said a prayer asking God to teach me something from the experience. I don't put myself out there enough. And by enough I mean not at all, so I was hoping I would benefit from the encounter. I didn't plan on hooking up with him going into it, but he was interesting and fun to talk to.

He was a few years older than me and in town for a wedding. As soon as we made eye contact, I could tell he had just smoked weed, plus his breath was a dead giveaway. I didn't mind at all, knowing that would probably make for an even more interesting conversation. He was wearing two necklaces that caught my eye so I asked him about them. One was a small dream catcher with little metal feathers dangling off the bottom. We started talking about yep, you guessed it, dreams...dream journals, lucid dreaming, astral projection, the REM cycle and the meaning behind dreams.

All things I find fascinating. I should bring back my dream of the month posts now that I think of it. I'll make a conscious effort to do that.

The second necklace he was wearing were two small angel wings. Ironically enough, he didn't believe in Angels though. His friend gave him the necklace & calls him his Angel. I thought that was cute. Like so many people, he has a hard time believing in them because he's never had any sort of spiritual encounter, referring to himself as an agnostic. But I thought it was cool that he wears the Angel wings nonetheless.

I told him about the dream I had, which you can find here Tattoo #2. I shared it with him with the hope that it might give him some faith or at least some food for thought. After we talked about Angels, we chatted about aliens and life beyond our solar system and than I left about an hour later once his two girlfriends came.

What I learned from the experience is that I need to continue to break out of my comfort zone; obviously being smart, safe and responsible while doing so. But more importantly, I realized that I need to find a guy who's spiritual and on the same page as I am when it comes to beliefs.

A cute, smart, funny, spiritual, athletic, vegan! Taking applications now...

If you catch yourself seeing synchronicity number sequences all the time like I do, here's a list of what they mean, constructed by Doreen Virtue.

Much Love guys.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

The House That Built Me

I cried the other day. I cried for the first time in a while. The last time I cried was over a year ago when I stood lifeless and terrified in my empty, childhood bedroom the second night I moved back home from college. The realism that college was officially over came crashing into me all at once in that moment. I stared out my window and I felt so far away from my friends. Like we were worlds away. I felt numb. My forehead laid against the glass of the window and I cried and cried and cried, wishing that I could go back to college where I felt safe. Where I found myself and I felt alive.

Moving back into my parents house jobless, with a Fine Arts degree, was absolutely horrifying for me. Especially since the majority of my friends had 'big boy/girl' jobs lined up or were preparing for graduate school. And the most embarrassing thing was when I started hearing the same question over and over again from friends and relatives: "so what are you up to now?"

Truth be told, I didn't know. I didn't have a concrete answer to that question. I felt like an idiot, like I didn't succeed. I never told anyone that. But in so many ways I did succeed in college, in my own ways. I spent so many days after moving home, comparing and putting myself down for not being on the same level as my peers.

But what I did and still do know, is that I could never work a typical 9-5 cubicle job and drawing is my gift from the Universe. I knew in every fiber of my being that I had to pursue it with all my heart.

I prayed so much for guidance over the last year since moving home. It seemed like every time I got in the shower, a new drawing idea was miraculously popping into my head. I started writing messages to God through the steam on the shower doors, like written prayers since I'm a visual person.

With a lot of praying and some more self-acceptance, a year has passed since the night I broke down upon moving back home and I've drawn about 100 portraits!

The most recent portrait I did made me cry. This is the first drawing I've produced that has literally made me tear up. The meaning behind it is extraordinarily special to me. The drawing is a picture of my friend Kathleen, whom I've known my entire life and is a second sister to me. She lost her parents a year and a half ago. She lost her mother and her father on the same day. She was 26 and her brother was 24 when the tragedy happened.

Kathleen got married two months ago and unfortunately her parents weren't able to be there. So I drew she and her mother looking back at each other, referencing both pictures from their wedding day.

This time around, I cried happy tears. I cried because I finally feel like I'm on the right path and figuring out how to turn my passion into a career, while touching people's hearts at the same time. And that's what life is all about. 

If you'd like to see my other portraits, my website is

Much Love guys.