j'adore le birdy francais

I asked the outlaw to say what he would about this piece at its culmination. He said, “I like the birdy.”
I like the birdy. Wow. How succinct! What an immaculate estimation of the hours I put in here. Reminds me of the esteemed comments of a certain weather man who once struggled to say, “I love lamp”. Brilliant.
There’s something about boobs. In spite of being bags of flesh sans IQ, they have a lot to say. “I’m sexy but vulnerable,” and “don’t puncture me,” both come to mind. I guess the question posed here from a critical mind is, “which one is the whore and why?” Once that is figured out, the meaning of the piece comes clear. It’s radiating meaning, it’s cloaked in metaphor, and that martini is silently begging to be consumed.
I don’t feel artistically that these are in any way indecent, and yet it makes me nervous to have the eyes of a 12 year old boy roll over it. It’s not for him. It’s just for me for now before we all become dust. And, I guess, for you at this point as well.
Mona Lisa/garden/original sin/animals and plants/vice and liquids/bound vs. not, freedom vs. incarceration/youth beauty/polarization.

A Spaghetti d'art

I am not good with acrylic paint, but I thought, once again, I’ll just pour the paint on there and smear it around. It will be completely loose, completely intuitive. And, I found out later, completely crappy. It’s good to depart from the tried and true once in a while and just squish it all around. Just squish it. Thought this piece trite in pencil anyway so, as Poppy would say, what evs.

I just wanna ride ma motor cicle

This is ancient. I just found it. I had tried to draw a lady in an evening gown and as is the habit of a pre-teen artist, I thought it didn't look right and quit. Then my dad picked it up and voila, a masterpiece!

What should I do after college

As for kitten sink’s career prospects, she should find an abbey, become a nun, and devote her attention to the ecstasy of Christ, become disillusioned by the stances of the church, write four novels and one novella, win the powerball and contend with Oprah on the topic of opening schools and setting up programs for all the people Americans speak briefly of and forget about completely in the wake of a disaster such as gas prices, make the world’s largest ball of string and be commended for her work in trying to bring all of the backwardites up to speed, once and for all. Oh, and cure diseases. And have a farm.

Crybaby

I think the black paint says it all. I was totally bummed out, and doesn’t that make for some interesting artworks? That’s my sassy little shit, Craig, she loves to scratch me. I’m forcing her to pose here and moments later she raised hell to get down. Oh cats are such independent beautiful wild crybabies.

Serious Rocking

GENE VINCENT!

Witches

This is a multimedia extravaganza of three kindly witches brewing god knows what in a big shiny black bubbling cauldron. Oh yes, there’s magic there.

Frida Bambita

These are some of the latest Fridas, they are for sale. I should probably take a shower.

First, a little shameless self promotion--Me and the bass at Riverfest, lots of fun. There is nothing not cool about playing this instrument. It destroys all monsters with mind bullets. Please see Jesse James & the Junkman's Daughter for audio.