I’ve left LA, babe, on a jet plane. Don’t know when I’ll be back again, though i’m guessing sooner than later. I’m coming back to Boston just in time to watch the hurricane, because who doesn’t love when weather goes bonkers? I don’t know anyone who doesn’t love that.
I had a bee in my bonnet the other day to make a stencil from a facebook status update I wrote which read “Kim Deal is my spirit animal.” I only (allegedly) did a few stencil tags around Hollywood (if you’re on Melrose, you may want to keep an eye out. Or not, whatever.) I’m not big on minor law infractions, but sometimes it’s good to be a little rock and roll about things. Petty art crimes are often pretty art crimes, and I did my part to keep it interesting.
Bradford and I got down to business on our graphic novel, and I’ll post when I can about it. I plan on erring on this side of caution since these drawings and stories will one day be published, and I don’t want our product floating around the dark corners of the ‘net before they’re meant to be seen. But I hope to see what I can do about things.
I’m en route to Boston just in time to see the hurricane, or what’s left of it. It will either be totally major, or exactly like the recent earthquake. Either way, I’m ready for a show.
Hi Everyone. Sorry I left the blog high and dry for a while. My best friend Bradford and his incredible boyfriend, Charlie Dicus, came to Boston for a magical visit, and I dropped every and all project to celebrate their arrival. I talk to Bradford on the phone nearly every day, but it’s always a treat to be with him. We have been friends for 18 years, and lived in the same city for only 3 of those years. I think we grew closer by being so far away from each other. We did a lot of power lounging, house pants-wearing, eating and drinking, sight-seeing (like Salem, pictured, which turns out dazzles no one but fourth graders and burnouts), and a small but wonderful dip into New York City. The joy I felt from their visit has been replaced by melancholy due to their absence. I’m like a Victorian lady, fainting on couches and covering my eyes with my housegloves.
Friendships are so wonderful. Maybe that’s why so many songs and situation comedies are about friends.
I love this finished painting. I stretched it out for days and days, not wanting it to end. In order to keep over-painting the thing, I cleaned my palette of all paints and cleaned and scrubbed my brushes. Sometimes you have to stage a studio intervention on yourself: the trick is to know when ignore yourself and when to listen.
I’m taking a small break from my paintings in order to make a new batch of canvases, as well as visiting our friend Meg in Baltimore. Meg broke her body in a Grecian moped accident, as you may recall. I’m not gonna lie, that’s a fun sentence to type.
For those of you wondering about the disappearance of Charlie’s edit of the “Girls Change” video: there was a rather varsity artist/j.v artist communication breakdown between source and editor, and Charlie maturely, and with utmost manners, removed the video from the interwebs. Without hashing out the ridiculous four-day Facebook flamewar over this video edit, suffice it to say that there are people that produce and people that pout. We can think big about things, or we can think small. Thinking big garners big feelings, and thinking small chains you to things that once were. Sorry for vague-booking about this subject, but I am doing my best to hold my tongue. I may decide to say fuck it soon and write my true feelings about how Charlie got thrown under the bus over a fifteen-year-old VHS tape, but until then, I will refrain.
Happy new week, you beautiful savages.