Your time is not guaranteed; go to that gig, lecture, exhibition, dinner, party, and go on that date. Don't be a dick and stay home watching TV because you are lazy and tired from a job you don't like much anyway.
This was a little painting done for an exhibition that had to be scrapped, but the good part is that it forced me to stop being a big baby about painting hands, and deal with them head-on. The exhibition was about death and loss. The Comfort 8x8 inches, oil on panel.
Five years ago this week, Christopher Tucker passed away. I think about it a lot. It was a year I lost two other friends as well, and it doesn't feel like it was that long ago. Christopher and I met because my record label signed his band, The Situation, back in 2002 and we released… Continue reading Music Never Forgotten
Lately I've been in a fog: forgetful, spaced, and over all just not seeing the point of anything. The only thing giving me structure is the looming deadlines for the next several art shows I have and that's all I can manage to pay attention to. Painting is a compulsion of mine whether I give… Continue reading Waste