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    Banksy copy strikes in Honolulu Tuesday, February 20, 2007 |

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    I used to think I was creative Tuesday, January 23, 2007 |

    Hey friends...I need to make a confession. I used to think I was creative. Then I spent some time looking at a street artist from London area named Banksy. I now realize I am not creative. Enjoy...

    In the doorway of an abandoned building...



    Brilliantly photographed with a bus underneath...


    Tagged on a blank billboard


    Full text reads "This Revolution is for display purposes only"


    Monkeys are funny

    This is beautiful

    Read the blocks carefully

    Yea! TV!


    My personal favorite...


    This is a mere sampling of his work. It's brilliant. He's totally underground, and paints this stuff on the sides of buildings, wooden crates, wherever. Go here to see more.

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    It's only my opinion...

    "I'm learning to appreciate that unity in the Body is not as easy as it seems. There is a vast amount of thought out there concerning a homeless carpenter from Nazareth that lived 2,000 years ago. I cetainly have some thoughts about this guy. He's changed my life. Made me look at the world I live in differently. My thoughts aren't necessarily right. But I'm thinking, considering his life, wondering how the way he lived will change the way I live. These are my opinions only. No facts here. Other than I'm loved more than I will ever understand. And for that I am thankful."