INSANE PEOPLE BATTLE IT OUT ON THE WALLS

Although, some can afford banners...

HAPPY FATHERS DAY!

Oh daddy. All the kooks contact me for hot sex. This one is in Vermont. He's totally like "Hey 'dere what'cha 'derin get outta my bunker, kid!"


Up there on the insanity level of back pieces. You know he paid for this one brick at a time. Private shots not appropriate for my blog but they are ohsogood.

IF ONLY HE WAS THIS BRIGHT

With Monday's massive volcano eruption in Alaska likely to leave Anchorage and Gov. Sarah Palin's hometown covered in ash, a Democratic strategist sends over the reminder that just a month and a half ago, another up-and-coming Republican star, Gov. Bobby Jindal, mocked the very notion of volcano monitoring. -The Huffington Post

ART UNEARTHED FROM THE PILES

In gutting and renovating the place, all of the huge and terrifying artwork I made years ago has resurfaced. but I have to live with them up in my face packed in my bedroom until they finish with the rest of the apartment, it's totally surreal. I never noticed how insane or dark these were until I recently took a closer look. You know you're a kook when you are making collages of cigarette smoking King Tut's with pinned eyes out of gold plastic and lame. I often painted over faces up to 5 or six times making face upon face and often got frustrated and either blanked the area out, or simply threw things out on the street that were upsetting me. Making art had been an upsetting process entirely, every single stroke, for reasons that I don't want to get into. I decided to stop doing artwork in the past few years, or at least am adopting a different way of art maybe an art in living. Funny thing is I walked by an antique dealer friend of mine's place and a portrait of a woman seemed to pop out at me, like someone I knew. I couldn't figure it out and after looking at it for a little while I realized that it was a painting that I felt I overworked and just left out in the august sun on my street.

I'M MARBLES