So there I was, in the hot hot sand, it was everywhere, days later I’m still picking grains out of the corner of my eyes. It was dusty, sweaty, hot and I was in the trenches… slinging prints, barefoot, no shirt on my back, stinky, haven’t had a decent nights sleep in weeks. And no beer to be found. How could I forget such a crucial staple for a day at the beach? Idiot. My truck was packed with too much art, prints, tents and buckets of other less important items to even fit my board. How can I even call myself a dedicated surfer? Hash tag SHAMEFUL.
There were fun little lines peeling down the point all day. Some lucky few got to surf the place with only a few others out. Saw Mr. Tom Curren blow a few waves to smithereens. It’s always nice to see a legend destroy a perfect 2 foot wave right before your eyes. Magic. My cutbacks will never reach that upper echelon of perfection. I can’t even surf like that in my dreams. Actually, I never get to actually surf in my dreams, well maybe once or twice, but it’s always the build up and let down scenario… see perfect tubes, nobody out, warm water.. oh shit, my board is broken on half… I’m about to get barreled but oh shit the trash truck wakes me up just as I’m about to drop in to the bomb of my life. You know the ones.
Good thing Randal from SurfAid was there to flash me that classic Aussie smile once in a while. Kept me in line. Good people. Good cause. Which is why we were there. And folks seemed to like my SurfAid Cup Malibu artwork on the Tru iPhone cases. Sold the crap out of’em. I think a nice little artist line with Tru will be coming soon.
Classic shot of Malibu wall with big logs lined up… delaminating before our eyes. Malibu has some strange cats. It’s almost like going to the “Scary” Vons near my house on Ventura Avenue where people seem to just materialize out of the gutter… but a little cleaner because these are surfers who bath in the ocean daily. None less entertaining. Every surf mecca has it’s fair share.
After the SurfAid event we headed over to the Quiksilver shop at The Lumberyard where the SurfAid Board Art Benefit and event after party was. The Kona brews were finally flowing. Above is Matt Beard‘s badass surfboard he painted with the help of John Birchim and his master wood skills. Those kids have to be on drugs. Out of control crazy talent here. Buy it while you can. The event was cool. Lots of boards sold. Mine did for a second, then didn’t but maybe did… I’ll have to confirm. The finger foods were all time… ceviche lettuce wraps! Food never ceases to amaze me. For example: Try this recent discovery on for size… Bacon Wrapped Brussel Sprouts!!! Prepare to lose your mind only to then lose it all over again. Here’s how: Cook bacon, halve brussels and satay in bacon juice, then shishkabob the bacon onto brussel halves, sprinkle with garlic salt, pepper and some sesame seeds, and broil for a few minutes for a crispy layer. Game over. You owe me.
The original art I painted for the SurfaAid Cup Malibu was on display the entire weekend. I’m proud to say it found a home, this fine couple decided they’d like to look at it a bit longer and took it with them. Thanks again! I put together a little time lapse video of me painting it. I’ll post it soon enough. This scotch has me a little lazy.