Carl Carbonell is an artist, musician and raconteur in Tulsa, Oklahoma. For what is becoming two decades now, his work has bounced around in medium as much as it has conceptual matter. Drawings, paintings, zines, poems, essays, songs and letterpress are all part of Carbonell’s vernacular and together: they make up a language that we all know how to speak. A song we all know how to sing. Growing up in the scripturally-sound, rural-and-righteous rolling hills of Central Virginia and the historically-problematic, mid-southern suburban-playground of Western Tennessee clearly shaped a lot of the foundational sensibilities in Carbonell’s work, which continues to evolve through his later seasons of residing in Nashville, Salt Lake City and now Tulsa. These different regions, different cultures and different stories are what make Carbonell the “American Mutt” he not-so-jokingly refers to himself as. So don’t worry about calling him an artist, a musician, a writer or any of that other minutia … you can just call him your buddy.