i entertain the shit out of myself

sometimes i think about my career as an artist and it feels like one big joke.
seriously.
that shit makes me laugh in the best, most genuine way possible.

 i've painted ham the space monkey near fingertipped embrace with the hand of god on a sidewalk, a giant private carnival elephant named shit show, a topless super old grandma from a porn site, an entire series of made-up catholic saints, warhol dog portraits, 6ftx4ft giant  monochromatic middle fingers, custom grenades for friends, signs inspired by offensive urban dictionary words and so many other projects that made me laugh in hopes of making whoever is looking at my work laugh.

i've sold most of these pieces for money.
you know, money. that thing we use to barter instead of bartering that supposedly adds worth to things--money!

it cracks me up and i'm disgustingly grateful every time the joke clicks.

now, i've painted shit gold.

here's the little blurb accompanying the show, i'm assuming it'll be up about a month:
The Neopolitan Gallery
<<Monolith>>
100 N. Arlington Ave. Ste. 102
Reno, NV 89501

• When life gets you down…
• When your coffee grows cold…
• When the dude doesn’t text back…
• When your parents get old…
• When your car doesn’t start…
• When student loans max the billfold…
• When booze doesn’t soothe…
• When your ex gets paroled…
• When your period is late…
• When your boss is a chode…
• When you can’t sleep at night…
• When your art never gets sold…
• When the outside world feels too heavy…
• When you can’t be consoled…

What do you do?

You paint that shit gold.

Mallory Mishler
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