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After a long battle getting WordPress on my site, I have come out on top.

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18″ X 24″ Acrylic on paper

18″ X 24″ Acrylic on paper

This is what I have been working on instead of going out. I hate the winter, when it gets cold all I want to do is put on a movie and stay warm. I love painting with orange and blue. I’ve been doing lots of that lately.

The hardest thing to do when you paint something is figuring out when you are finished. I am quite happy with the way this is, but who knows. Nothing is safe with me and i’m never one to say I am completly happy with anything I do. I did realize today that the oil paint fumes where making me higher then i’d like to be. I think I will have to call it quits on oil untill I can open the windows and not get frost bite.

Common boy lets go for a walk
you want me for security, you don’t want to talk

First show

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The picture above is me standing proud infront of my bald eagle.

I think for my first Exhibition things went pretty well. I rubbed elbows and drank wine with the rich yuppies of Northville. It was biter sweet because I entered two pieces I don’t like very much. I wasn’t even sure what the hell to do but stand there and look dumb. It wasn’t like painting to music at the Elbow room. I sort of miss that compared to the sterile white of a gallery space. I should look into doing that live painting thing again, it was lots of fun.

This is too funny

Richard Fuld punched in face in Lehman Brothers gym

Richard Fuld, the disgraced head of Lehman Brothers, was punched in the face in the office gym amid the bank’s collapse.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/financetopics/financialcrisis/3150319/Richard-Fuld-punched-in-face-in-Lehman-Brothers-gym.html

Exciting news

Sending out my portfolio has generated a bit of interest. No hits just yet, but things are looking better then I expected. On the other hand:

“The Choice Is Simple” 12″ X 10″ Acrylic

I made this piece for a local art show and it got in. The exhibition is running from October 3rd through November at the Art House in downtown Northville.

With nothing to do

I have to go into work again and pick up my last check. I think it is something like $20 but I am putting it off. I don’t want to talk to that little asshole again.

I have sent out my portfolio to 6 local galleries so far. I plan to send out more and more. I am doing just about everything I can think of to get this off the ground. I still feel like I don’t have enough painted. The 8 I selected out of the countless paintings I have represent my best work. I hate the waiting.

My sisters car was almost stolen out of our driveway again the other day. I guess this time it was some guy with a record. The alarm started going off around 12am the other day. I woke my dad up and we went outside with my baseball bat. I didn’t see anybody, but the people down the street caught him trying to steal their car. What the fuck is going on! Are things in this region really as bad as they say and why the fuck do they keep trying to steal her 1996 Explorer? It’s not worth anything, $2K maybe?

This i do believe

My goal is to make art that challenges both sides of the brain while appealing to the eye. The power of art is when the viewer uses their imagination to perceive a meaningful interpretation. I create a truely unique viewing experience by applying this philosophy to my artwork. When one perceives a camp fire in my painting and another envisions a sunset, I have achieved my goal.

Memories of St. Louis

My father came in to the studio tonight and checked out some of my art. He likes everything that I don’t(go figure) and was amazed at the amount of work I’ve churned out lately. It was nice to have a bit of recognition from him since he hardly ever seems to notice. Its always nice when someone gets excited about something you created.

The word might or might not be out, I was fired. I’m not sure who knows and really who cares? I was planning on quitting soon as something opened up some place else. I told them I was going back to school and that I couldn’t pick up any more days. The next time I show up for work my schedule was cut down to 2 night shifts and with that I said it was bullshit and I am quitting.  The next day I came in to pick up my check, they handed me this confession to sign. It basically stated I was drunk on the job and that I had stolen booze from them. I read it, laugh, say i’m not signing anything, and wait for the next line of bullshit they have for me. The little Japanese boss starts telling me in broken ‘Engrish’ that I am TERMINATED! I grab my check and say thank you.

I’m working on putting together a presentation package to send out to prospective Art galleries. I have everything just about right. I’ll let you know in a month how it all turns out.

I have lots of free time now.

words

I don’t have words to describe myself anymore. All that comes out are these images. I was never very good at talking anyway. I’m gluing my mouth shut. I’m lost.