i entertain the shit out of myself
sometimes i think about my career as an artist and it feels like one big joke.
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:
where i'll post the in's, out's, tween's, and twixt's of my world of art mixed with pictures, links, opinions, and rants. (oh, and curse words. lots of curse words)