Saturday, July 12, 2014
Sunday, January 31, 2010
I’m baby-sitting my friend’s bearded dragon and I ran out of Barbasol.
My mother claims to have found a leprechaun. She is keeping him captive in the linen closet, and I have to let him out. I suspect it’s the florist again.
I fell off someone’s shoulders in a chicken fight and broke my neck. I’m seeing Chicken and Stars.
The squirrels in my neighborhood have organized, and they are jumping and scratching at my door, like Force 10 from Navarone, trying to absquatulate with my Indian corn.
Friday, December 25, 2009
This piece is a revival of the romantic assertion that the artist's soul should be revealed in a work of art. In my next painting I'm going to staple sex toys to the canvas.