snitchesandstitches

from rags to riches, you get too big for your britches - paintings get into my eyes like onions. hopefully yours too - logic and lies, tired without ties - the year closes one eye and opens onto a moonlit field of hospital hostels leaking through the trenches, parkside benches, and disposable wrenches - love living hate living forever - quivering arrows drawn on the backside of blackeyes. pea pods pecking on deck with carcrash wrecksite - be ready steady live in heaven in 2011 - everything looks better from above - small feelings are gigantic

chin chin

grin grit teeth maliciously, breaking backs, camels hump ferocious, precocious minds linger like broken fingers.

GET THIS SHIT OUTTA MY HOUSE!

Life living lusty busty breaking bones scones pie pans stoking draculaic didadactic tactics tickling picked eggwhites and thanksgiving gluttony. Show at Cafe Orwell (247 Varet BTW bogart and white [morgan stop on L train]) on FRIDAY THE THIRD opening reception starts at 6 oclock, with bands going on quickly thereafter. Maybe even a bittabanjo as well. Hope to see allayas there! heres some toddlerfodder...

progressnprocess

cross eyed flesh mongers hump ferociously in a stupor. while tandem bucktoothed violins weep in corners a bold faced uneven humpback trains pet squirrels to steal wallets. baboons screech in horrible pitches while throwing feces towards the hand of god. blocks of poisonous dust particles. bamboo prisons leak fluorescent sludge, smudging sticks on ill gotten gains. brains plummet dieting on grapefruit passion lingering on the shirt-collar of a white-collar.

oilssss

one layer of oils...

workinprogress.doesitexist?

is something you're working on ever done? or is it always done and never in the process of being finished? lately i've been feeling like everything is done at every stage of the work. every step being as pure as the one following. it is hard to know where to stop. luckily this coincides with every other part of life as well. it is always near impossible to understand a situation in life or painting unless you step back from it and look at it from new ripe eyesockets. figures, everything amazing sometimes terrifies and confuses when looked at too closely. work until you wanna work on something else, if you come back to it then it isn't done. seems simple enough.

TOXIC(DON'TYOUKNOWTHATYOUR)

Its seems obvious that you only have so much control over your life at points. There is nothing but forward motion that will get you where you don't even know you're going. But you must keep plugging along, just to see whats around the next bend. What lies on the horizon, while the past burns holes in your cornea, while you try to keep your blinders on and work and love and eat and sleep and hate and not let the menial day to day struggles get the best of you. It seems to matter less what is actually on the horizon, and instead more about the realization that there is always and will always be something out of your reach. If you keep reaching for it you will inevitably get closer to that goal. The only thing that seems consistent is inconsistency. One must embrace these nuances and offshoots. Negative or positive mundane or exciting.

Christopher Gray Slaymaker, this is for you. (click for full image)

Who Shot Bambi? (roughly 2.5 feet by 5 feet [Broken into three sections])

Philosophical Tapeworms (roughly 3.5 feet by 7 feet [broken into three sections])

All these following are smallish: I'm building up a collection of them to sell on the street...

Pile of Face in Red and Green: Four 12in x 16in Sections, Acrylic on Canvas Board


Memories of Mixed Emotions and Dreamscapes of Passion and Kisses, Lost in a Whirlwind of Broken Down Sedimentary Rocks Disintegrating into Fragmented Sentences with Focused Energy on the Meager Tossing of Bamboo and Buttermilk: 79 1/2in x 59in, Acrylic on Canvas

I'm sorry about the image quality but my camera isn't top notch. I will have new pictures soon.