re: street art........

hello friends, foe, fans and lovers,

here's some cool art by some guy named 'kyoti,' i'd say each piece is 7 x 15 feet in size. is this graffiti or street art?

thoughts?

should it be illegal?

until next time,

cb

re: death and being good.

Hello lovers,

it's been awhile, and oh how i've missed you. let me explain i wasn't ignoring you but rather the world and you are part of that phenomena. ah death, that concubine whore, that star fucker, that satyr, that door we are all going to walk through one day. yes, think about it. one day you are going to die. i am going to die. everyone we love and hate dearly are going to die. why be born then? why all this fuss? and what lays beyond the temple of death? no one really knows, but i'll tell you one thing. i believe in ghosts. 

last night i had a visitor, it woke me up at around 1:30 am. i thought i heard one of my kids call out, and having crashed out on the couch watching "american dad" episodes, i jumped up and groggily stumbled down the hall to their bedrooms. first the girls, soundly asleep and snoring gently, and then my son, who was cocooned up in his favourite blanket also snoring soundly. then i heard strange sounds. like barefoot footsteps on the floor in the hall, so i jumped out, and then heard rustling sounds and other strange noises around my apartment. i opened the door to the storage room and look around, nothing, then the hall closets and finally went into the kitchen and finally the living room. nothing. 

"Fuck it," i thought to myself and went back to the couch and decided to play some guitar, so i plugged in a guitar and picked up my handy zoom recorder and over the space of an hour, laid down some sweet riffs. basically the skeletons to 4 new songs. riffy and melodic, fast and heavy. simple and understated. my favourite way. haha. but as i played and got lost in the groove, every now and then i'd hear a voice, a soft one, and footsteps and rustling sounds, like someone flicking the pages of a book, but i figured i had a visitor, and the kids were safe, so to hell with it. i'll shut up and play my guitar. 

finally i crashed around 3 a.m. this morning and woke up sharply at 6 a.m. and felt fine. refreshed. so i started the ritual of getting my kids' lunch together. i will say i did a quick sweep of the house again with a flashlight to make sure everything was good. it was, and i made my coffee and thought about this blog, this life, and you. 

and the passing of phillip seymour hoffman. 

such a shame. he was a great actor, truly, because he could inhabit the spirit and soul of a character so thoroughly that he moved from film to film, role to role with what appeared to be natural born ease. leading men, a dime a dozen and hollow headed to boot, can only be the good guy. rarely do we get a complex good guy with an ugly core. it just doesn't happen. good guys have too much to lose, their looks, their wealth and their ladies, or men in the rare instance. haha. 

ultimately, residing in the shadows takes its toll, this much i do know. i took a year break from digital art, my bread and butter, and dived whole heartedly into graffiti art, drawing, painting photography and just living in the sunshine again instead of living in the shadows as i have for the past 6 or more years. more importantly, i took a break from making art and writing about the residential schools, racism and trauma it has caused and created in my family and life. i had spent the better part of 5 years making films, art and writing about it all and it was killing me inside. 

but i was hollow, and there was pressure to create new shows, new art, new poems, new stories and films to go along with it, and after awhile it all became counter productive and i knew if i didn't stop i was going to die. so i stopped, and began living again, not in a wind-bag, bullshit kind of way, but i started doing graffiti and street art and drawing in sketchbooks and doing workshops with youth and painting outside in the sun, in the rain, in the cold and the warmth. it was social, i met other artists and writers, it was and remains a positive force in my life. art crimes. hahah.

a day painting with my friends is like a day fishing, we draw, paint and bullshit about art, life, women, music and everything. suddenly it wasn't just me rotting away in my mind in a lonely apartment, missing my kids and wondering what the hell i was doing with my life. don't get me wrong, i'm no saint, but i do know what's good in my life and i work hard to protect it each day. 

until next time lovers,

cb.

1st new digital/photo work

in a year. 

happy new year lovers. 

re: time lapse....

Hello friends, fans and foe,

 

 

i was recently working in beautiful grand forks, bc, and had the amazing good fortune of finally getting some decent time lapse videos done. so, will be post them for your enjoyment.

 

time lapse is without a doubt, the dullest form of video to make, but the results can be epic. some of my all time favourite time lapses were done in breaking bad. so good.

 

 

enjoy,

 

 

cb

 

 

 

 

 

re: mother mary......

hello friends, fans, foe, and lovers,

i bring you thee mother mary and some stained glass from the church of jesus coyote.

can't have one without the other!

until next time,


cb

re: zombie jesus

hell-o, friends, fans, foe and lovers,

i present to you, zombie jesus and the happy family time fun game show.

cheers,


cb

re: crucifix in a death hand.....redux.....

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

ahhhh, life is temporarily good. looking back on last year, a ton of hardship, lessons lost, lived and learned, and whatever the hell cliche you wanna throw on the fire. i survived and never want to go through anything like it again. i'm getting too fcuking old for such brutal struggle, strife and hardship.

plus, i've got too many kids and i gotta get preparing for their future.

argh, agh, spleck, the thing called "responsibility" is a fcuker. goddamnit.

anyway, i've been strolling down memory lane and thought i'd post a couple old images.

enjoy.


cb

a drawing i did in high school

wow, i wasn't always a fcuking hack.

i'm not fishing for compliments, but damn!

that drawing is TIGHT!

yours truly circa 2006.

now i'm fat elvis. haha.

Some old morbid pomes. what the fcuk was i going through to write such stuff? yeesh. i'm much happier these days. life is good. 

Death rattles:

I hear them at night

Calling me like wolves

And I crawl out of bed

And step onto a floor of black widows

Gently I pick up a handful

Wincing in pain as they bite

Eating one after another

Black bulbuous sacks of poison exploding 

Red In my mouth

In the next room are piles of black scorpions

And I feel them jab at my feet it’s like walking over beds

Of cactus

I feel tired 

And keep moving into the next room full of soft

Pink worms

Here I collapse as scorpions crawl on my face and worms

Shudder beneath me

I can see out the window

At one lonely star in the night sky

I feel a scorpion climb

Into my mouth and it stabs away at my soft red flesh

Everything fades to black

As I crash crying out of some woman’s womb 

trapped to begin this deadly cycle again.

If you fear dying:

A crow sows my eyes shut

While a cougar licks my arms and torso

A thick velvety tongue slurping against me

I pray that I can see her insane letters one more time

So when I go

I know it was all worth it

And I wasn’t wrong

And I wasn’t a coward

As I laid my body down

In the soft dewy grass

Feeling the sun bleach my rib bones

While coyotes tear at the flesh

I hear bears fucking in the distance

A full moon

A sharp knife

A decidedly dumb way to go

But I can feel her move beneath me

The mother of all 

Pumping and pulsing

One more day

As I grin a broken jawed skeleton grin

Laughing a silent laugh as crows peck at my eyes

And I know it was worth it every penny

To go like this again.

Death is a museum:
My body stares up at the lights
Glowing as some guy tugs at the flesh
With a scalpel
We have never met
We have never talked
We never will reminisce about the past
Or old hockey games
Concerts or drunken stories
He just diligently cuts away
At my chest
And breaks out the bone saw
While his hand moves across memories
A past
A lover’s caress
A kiss
Long forgotten
Tube suck out my blood
As he scoops my stomach
Intestines, lungs and other organs
I stare down at my body
And scream at him
That I am not dead
And this is all just a bad dream
As he begins cutting open my skull
A light spills across the room
And I think of my children.



The sun is tangled like death in black branches:
Crows dance on the wind
Ravens dance on the bones
I smell the sagebrush and taste the dirt
Handful upon handful
As I fall off the cliff
Towards a red earth
Screaming every profanity I know
Cursing everyone who has cut their names
Across my chest and back
Arms and legs
Flames erupt across the sky
And I drink gasoline
Waiting to explode
Before I realize I’m already dead
Sitting at my desk
Answering a phone and taking a message
While behind me a coyote laughs
A wheezing, gasping laugh
I cock a rifle
Put it towards my right eye
And pray all I need is one good eye
To find my way through
The spiritworld
And no one is waiting for me.




I the resurrector of the dead:
I cock the gun
And put it into my mouth
Sweat pours down my forehead
I think of a thousand different things
And wonder if I’m doing the right thing
But I know there is no other way
Out of this situation
She calls my name from the bed
And this distracts me
I should have known better

I think of flying
And staring at the ground
From 36000 feet
Sipping a beer and feeling it tingle
Across my tongue

She calls my name again
And I stretch my body like a hide
Waiting to be tanned
Under a hot sun
And sharp knife

I have fought countless wars
And the medals are stitched
Across my chest again and again for no reasons other than stupidity.



Fuck Death:
I crawl from another womb
One more time
Spitting out afterbirth and placenta
Again
Disgusted at this ritual over and over
Until I know I get it right

I don’t cry this time
And the doctor shakes me
And spanks me
And I put my finger in my mouth
Bored

Confused
He hands me to her
And I suckle at a breast
One more time
Trying to remember the last time I was here
And how I got it all wrong
And fucked up enough
To end up
Here one more time

Waiting and wanting
The secrets of the universe
And to be pure light escaping this hideous place one last time fuck death.

re: older but a gooder.....

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

here's an article from a few years ago, still quite relevant. so, i either move at a glacial pace, or things are going as planned.

haha!

anyway, check it out!

cheers,


cb

http://rabble.ca/news/2009/07/trickster-art-digital-storytelling-chris-bose

enjoy!?


cb

re: lust, envy and desire redux.

hello friends, fans, foe and lover,

here's a redux of my last video. i added some text and feel it adds more context to it besides gritty lust. Now it explains envy and desire a little more clearly.

your thoughts?

cb

re: lust, envy, and desire.

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

i hope you have recovered from new years eve! i have at last and all is well. as i said previously, there are many projects on the go, and one is the 9 deadly sins of Jesus Coyote. they will be made into films. this is the first one, but it's a bit spicy, and i don't give a fuck. if you don't like it, fine, but don't censor me or my art. and this is a big picture project, which i cannot tell you any more than you need to know.

like i said, i've suddenly got a shit ton of projects and ideas on the go, and i almost hate sleeping because i'm not being productive when i sleep. haha!

so, enjoy the film and see you real soon!

cheers,


cb

re: trinity.

Here is trinity, 

enjoy.

i'm back at it.


cb

re: photos

hello friends, fans, lovers, loved ones and the like,

guh, must have been going crazy last night, hence the previous post, my apologies, every now and then, you go crazy as an artist. it just happens. too much time in the mancave as i call it, and it'll make you nuts.

anywho, here's a series of photos i took over the past month, and i'm getting down to some new art, i needed a break i guess, just wasn't compelled or driven to do new art for some reason. needed to recharge? refocus? do other things? probably.

in the meantime, hope you dig it!

cb

My art up at TRU in the Brown building, library or whatever it's called.

Hurtin' for cash, thinking of sell these books i found while on the road

the leonard cohen one is a 1978 1st Edition hardcover i found in Regina, Sask!

the Vitalogy i found somewhere and it's from 1930! 

a hilarious read!

Tom Waits hanging tree.

Deer Trail, up a crazy steep hillside! 

My Daughter.

My daughter.

Old Snag, following a deer trail I shot this photo.

Peterson Creek Bridge, just before i ducked under to document the graffiti under there!

Deep breathing can save your life apparently?!

me with four pieces of art that were in Montreal....so stoked to have them back!!!

buy them! they are for sale!

and this just cracked me up, i don't know how many times i went through this shit in relationships.

never again! click on the photo to read it! hilarious!c

re: Jesus Coyote at ImagineNative Film Festival....

hello friends, fans, lovers, foe and the like,

don't be jealous, or hate me, because my good friend Jesus Coyote is making a rare Toronto appearance at the ImagineNative Film Festival, and not only that, he's going to make waves at the TIFF lightbox, in cinema 2.....be there or be square.....

until next time lovers,


cb

http://www.imaginenative.org/program.php?id=100

below are some screenshots from "Jesus Coyote TeeVee" which is a play on "TeePee" i can't believe no one fucking noticed that! WTF!?

re: new art

greetings friends, fans, foe, lovers and the like,

i'm back at it, creating new art, getting ready for an upcoming series of shows in Penticton, Kelowna, and Kamloops.

this is stuff just to get me going again, as i've hardly done anything in a month. and a long month it's been.

in the meantime lovers,

cb

re: jesus coyote fortune teller

more art.

there's a story about fortune tellers burning in hell and forever looking backwards as they journey through Hades, because they were blasphemous in predicting the future.

anyways, i love tarot cards, and the unknown spiritual worlds, as this journey of life, once we leave, in essence, we really have no idea what's beyond.....

we can only really guess.

until next time kiddies,

chris bose

re: spanking new art!

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers and the like,

here, at last, is some new art, from  her to eternity as i like to say, always struggling with my various muses, and for your viewing pleasure, some new art.

love it, hate it, take it.

until next time kids,

and this precious jem, from waaay back in the day, 

of my buddy graham, it's a funny story that you don't need to hear.

in the meantime kids,

cheers,


cb

re: new 3D camers!!!!

hello friends, lovers and the like,

so, yesterday, i happened to be in the right place at the right time and got to play with brand new, right out of the box 3D cameras!!!!

my plan is to make a film ASAP and be the first Native to make a short film in 3D and load it up on this very website!!!!

if not, well, the plan was there! ha ha!

we'll see what happens, they just got the cameras out of the box when i got there, and i, of course, snatched them up and made for the doorway.....once the taser effect wore off, i got up and apologized.....KIDDING!!

anyway, have a look see at the various cameras that are out on the market already!

keep ya posted kids, my art and films are about to get ten times weirder!!!!

cheers,


cb