Don’t paint at 5:00 am.

Drew this in vine on canvas near the end of last summer at one of the Tuesday night art attacks out back of Alison’s house. decided to pull it out and start some earthy glazes. I hope it will make a nice side project while I bring the bathers closer to completion. May need to rent a car to finally get Gus’ painting out here. The thing only needs like ten hours of work before I ship it. He prolly thinks I’m dead…

Painting the edges of the stretched cavans black. A cheap way to look professional.

The pic below shows only half the side painted black. I used Bob Ross brand black gesso. hee hee

Finished and on the wall.

Wake up you filthy zombies.

Russian Cubo-Futurists - Slap in the Face of Public Taste - 1917

Witness more Futurist jackassitude from Marinetti.

It’s only getting worse! Who gave me a paint brush?!?

Painting is still an ordeal. I wish it were easier. However I suspect that if it were, I’d leave it immediately.

That sounds level headed, but then again, sometimes it is really easy. Too easy. And I love that too.

I ruined the Bathers painting some more tonight.

I spent a couple of days recovering from the weekend. Heh heh. I shamefully admit that I did drink a bit in celebration of such a successful opening. It was mostly a means to numb the guilt and self doubt. A trip to the bank and a hearty deposit today reminded me that this is all really happening. Spent a bunch of time yesterday and sunday lazing around and cleaning my room. sorted through a bunch of papers and got my filing cabinets back into a sensical order.

There is no such thing as light. Here are my plants.

I should be frank and admit that the whole breakup affair had me smoking cigs again. I know, I know! I don’t need to hear it! I hated every goddamn one of ‘em that I smoked. The trip to italy was particularly bad. I smoked nearly a pack a day there. But this little windfall gave me the breathing room (heh puns) to kick them again. So if you see me or talk to me give me a little pat on the back. The support helps, thanks. (I should take an extra moment to appologize to my mom to whom I lied blatantly about the smoking. She asked me if I was smoking after adrienne dumped me, and out of kneejerk defensiveness I told her no. Mothers have that intuition, man.)

I managed to get a little work done on the bathers while I was pulling together the show. The following pic is kinda crappy, but it’s fun to throw images up on monkey and burn through their disk space.