COOKING @ SCKLBZ!

Meet me at the kitchen. What are you made of?

Chop up a recipe. Master as we go.

Challenge is in the mix. Our eye on what works. Our hands in the details.

How we put it together makes them consider.

Take my temperature. Pretty sick. How do you measure?

Focused on execution. keep the heat steady.

Anticipation starts to stir. Show me what you got.

Spills on the way to the table. Make the wait worth it.

Take it in. Cook it up. Top it off.

Clear your palate. No cookie cutter.

Serving it up one entreat at a time.

This ones hot. Freshly cooked.

Come and get it.

-Jet

 

TOXIC

Hi my name is jet. I’m very excited to finally introduce my work that I’ve worked on for a while now. This is work through alot of time and thought. I wanted to introduce mini projects that would grab our attention socially. The idea roots into the fact we are visual. I then show a peak into creative process and let everyone have their own take on it. I tied the two together with a centralized theme that continues to evolve. This ultimately becomes the platform for the brand. In order to inspire people I needed to convey graphic art into an emotion or cause. I feel that doing so not only better connect my message through but show art in its true form. Not just the end result but the start. Always an inspiration or story behind each project. Never cookie cutter. With all the intentions of branding my graphic ideas. I will finally be able to voice alot of what is important to me. ultimately my goal is to finally have attire people can relate to and not the other way around.

To have people talk not just about the brand but what it stands for, not just to me but to people who it matters to around the world.

 

SCKLBZ

It’s been a long time coming. This collection took time and a lot of effort to put together. I just want to apologize to  all my friends who thought I was too buzy for them. I want to thank everyone who believed in this brand and what it will become. This is just a snap shot of the spread that will be featured on our Facebook fan page. I will post up a link once the online store is ready as well.

Look for us in Los Angeles and New York in the future for the summer collection.

Facebook.com/sicklabz

-Jet

 

Live. Strive. Japan.

One of my beloved countries. I envy them for their scientific and technological advances. Setting themselves apart as a country that takes the best of the world, sometimes the extreme, with a sense of collective progress. A culture that always had a strong identity from the start. My vision of this island nation as being unreal or an oasis for geeks and fan boys all alike. Then becoming all too real when a natural disaster hits the country and a domino of others. This is where a lot of brilliant work comes from. To make sure that it keeps going strong and flowing, we owe them that much to at least pay our respects. This is my small way to make sure that the country continues to live, strive, and continue on doing its thing.

-Jet

 

My Dead Valentine

My love is dying along with the happiness you once gave.
My heart beat irregular ever since you left.
You sentenced me to a slow death.
I keep alive enough to get by.
Contemplating events.
Revisiting old memories.
Evaluating my emotions.

Sorting through questions, I realize the end approaching.
There is only one reason someone leaves you.
They no longer want you.

My body temperature lowers by a degree.
Hope and all I could’ve done engulfs my thoughts.
Breathing is now more labored.
I tell myself no more!

Unresponsive to everyone and my surroundings.
My body feens for you.
I withdraw from it all.
I search for a pulse.

Just tell me you never loved me!
Cut my suffering short.

With Heart break and all its pain,
eventually the heart will cease beating altogether.

Only then i can finally call you my Dead Valentine…

 

APPLE

 

An individual who has gone mad:

Someone of ambition, driven, unique, passionate and most talented of people.

For the reason being from birth the world had set us up for a challenge. Told we were different, weird, extreme, crazy and doubted from the start . So from the beginning we had to roll up our sleeves and go right to work. Always struggling to find ourselves. Life tested everyday and we tested back. The world set us to fail and we said we can make a place for ourselves.

Those who have mad skills. Who are mad talented. know they are mad beautiful but had a hard time getting there. This is for us.

Of all things and projects alike, this resembled the most of what my brand is to me, very symbolic of things to come. To open the creative spirit, continue experimenting with different ideas with causes, test what we are capable of, as well as opening an endless potential of innovation.

The apple that fell and hit Isaac Newton’s head. To the fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil.

This photograph speaks to me in many levels!

SCKLBZ

 

My Canvas

Fear comes in various forms of self-expression.

Never censored. Always provoking. Leaving an impression.

You paint a story to directly enact desire in oneself. An attempt to influence opinion or take up preventive or direct action. To achieve a particular objective, and involve the use of pressure. Fear is your persuasion. Sometimes the answer.

Depending how you interpetate. You may hide, run or fall. The colors make sense of it all.

Encouraged when you are blue, in need of gold, or times of gray.

One characteristic over another. Creating a very unique but sometimes dark color.

A visual expression of objection, by words, to particular events, and situations. As like graffiti that can take many different forms so does your fears and so does your actions.

Never just black and white, your individual mark and story. Deep inside our very soul making their own opinions.
From your ancestors before you. Heard like shouts. Your thoughts are “out and about.”

There like spray painted on that wall, says a statement. “like you, your words won’t fall.”

Don’t seek out for safety. Step back. See, to be mesmerized it is you chasing colors on that wall.

I’m the artist to this canvas.

This is what makes us who we are.

My thoughts used to be vivid.

Disappear into the dark.

I’m left with fear.

Don’t look back.

Act like if I was never here.

 

SHORT CIRCUIT

SHORT CIRCUIT,
Thinking green can sometimes be an after thought or in the back of our minds when most of us are just concerned with just making sure to quickly leave the house at a certain time and  then relaxing when we get home. Out of our convenience, we don’t want to be bothered by the way we can change everyday things because to some of us it’s perfect the way it is. “I’m not going out of my way to do something that doesn’t make a difference”. But of course it ultimately does affect us all. Many things on the list are considered a habit and it usually takes a month or three to finally sway away from wasteful habits. Even small changes can make a difference. This project is to get more people to inform themselves. By simply tracing back their day to find small alterations. A big change now as part of redeeming ourselves is purchasing items that have “green association” as much as possible. Even though sometimes clean energy isn’t really clean energy.

As we lean towards a better direction, people will follow and it usually takes like minded people who simply talk to start a wave of support.
This project is my way of having “green”  being more a part of our conversation. You will see me definitely wear this on BART.

This idea of a gas mask ever evolving was a concept I learned from the best in the market today. My goal is to further create an idea that is easily recognizable and collectable. I hope everyone will be as excited as i am to see how each gas mask update evolves throughout the years.

My Clothing Brand is currently under works. The online store will follow.

I hope you guys are as excited as I am when everything finally comes together!!!!!

My graphic tees will be coming soon.

Sicklabz.com

 

 

 

GOD A COMEDIAN?

From the time you open your eyes You should laugh.

It is a blessing to feel every sensation from moment you awake. Shivers when you pull away your blanket. The sound of the cold wind outside your window. The smell of food and an instant image of where its coming from. Laying still thinking this is so unreal. You are you, looking through your eyes and what you see is beautiful.

The rising sun shouldn’t just mean a routine. The warmth of the sun should always be there to remind us this is no prank. “what are the circumstance that I am who I am, where I am, why I am, and the world how I see it seen through these eyes?” Beauty in my own existence.

Chance is everything we love should not exist in the first place. Chance might not have granted me to exist either.
If I was not here then where would I be?

So “why am i laying here, the way I am, where I am and the world as I see it through these eyes specifically?”

The answers to my very being is a tease.

Laugh because this is like a huge joke that can only be told once. Cannot be retold as it is not as witty the second time around. Put together with timing and precision, the punch line has a twist. We shouldn’t even exist.

We are the universes practical joke.

Natures amusing accident.

Still don’t get what’s humorous?

Look up at the stars. Now close your eyes.

Ask God to whisper you the inside joke.

“Imagine everything that is. Is not to be.”

Isn’t that funny?

With eyes open, this existence is still a mystery.

We are just wandering clowns.

The image was a memory that stuck to me when I visited Berkeley. I don’t recall where I seen the sketch. I always wondered if I will ever find out where this image originated from so I can credit the artist. I hope this post might help me find out.

 

LEGO

Lego

These glossy colored plastic blocks can make an imaginary city so complex. A sky scraper in the center that reaches as high as your imagination can reach. The tower needing maintenance as you stacked ever higher. Tension between the base and top became less negotiable every stage higher. Being on edge you become diligent. You did what you can to neutralize with some modification. Tolerance with you and the structure become one of the same as you start to tippy toe. A little retrofit here and there before it became volatile. Always pushing its threshold, always tempering, and constantly testing limitations.

You decide to let loose of all the pressures. This time around no protocol. Instead a sudden demolition. An even better method. Usually a collapse that was very calculated. Followed by a loud crash of parts that was assisted by your own made up artificial sounds. Then an extra smack or so to finish off what was still standing. All that build up ending with what became a huge clean up site.

You hear mom in the background from down the stairs. “Time to eat. Clean up please!”.
You knew it meant a little maintenance.

This is not just that typical toy from a box. Definitely not an ordinary toy in a child’s fingertips. No rules, just that they had to stack or connect together. So painful to step on now but was a love affair with discovery then.

I’ve always thought Lego blocks were awesome to play with. I like the idea of stacking them as high as possible before it all collapsed. I created forts, bridges, and any object conceivable. This project brought me back to my childhood and gave me a reason to enjoy playtime once again. Once I was finished with my project it went to someone who would enjoy it even more.