Cigarette diver
provokes a simple
and regrettable
pride

appropriate appropriation.

appropriate appropriation?

You know, I once saw Elvis Costello at the bus stop.

Just another day at the beach. Heh.

all of these paintings with the little leggles and holes were painted on A-boards from my old grocery job. Thank you Cowen Park!

This little ditty was produced this year (over the summer). Just to clarify, pretty much none of the images posted are in chronological order, nor will they be in the future. That, is just how I roll.

I painted this while listening to the LONGEST BOOK "TAPE" EVER!! Damn you, John Irving.

Oh to be an installation artist. Right.

I've had many customer service jobs. So very many.

Sometimes, a lot of the time, I paint over adorned objects, with pre-existing compositions. Sue me.

I know I have not been good at updating this f'in beast. What can I say? I'm a crappy documentarian and a luddite to boot. Here, I am playing a bit of catch up on my life and my art type things. The following painting is dedicated to my late great Uncle Russ, lover of ham, scotch and laughter.