Double Shot

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new drawing

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I like this piece

I hope that I don't seem like I am pandering the French with this drawing ...

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Sorryass Disclaimer

I've been rather delinquent about blogging recently. Lots has been going on. And I am afraid
that the posts are going to be put up here in bursts and stops for some time now.

I am going to have a show in Paris in June at
Galerie Laurent Godin.

The work needs to be shipped out in about 2-3 weeks. So bare with me. i will do my best to keep at this. But for now,
thanks for your patience.

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Art is the Drug

I haven't been writing much recently. In fact, recently I have not been a very word oriented guy. Even the work that I've been making in my studio doesn't really rely on words. I've been drawing pictures and coloring them in and that has been totally satisfying as well.

I have been really broke again and this is no fun. I looked up at the beginning of the month and noticed that I was down to an embarrassingly low balance in the ol' checking account. And aside for some art sales that are out there waiting to be completed, I don't really have much coming in on the horizon. Am I worried? Not really.
I am feeling really good about things and the way things are going.

Why? Because I am on drugs.
I have a show coming up in a fancy European city with a fancy European Gallery, and it is like mainlining drugs for me. I have a project right there on the front burner, who cares how broke I am. Art is my drug and it is the grand illusion. It is the ultimate distraction.

And isn't that what art is supposed to be all about in the first place? Isn't that what people love about art when they buy a painting or go to the museum. It is to get distracted. To be able to get away from it all.

My art is a drug and it is a distraction for me and anyone who happens to buy it.
I just wish it was as highly addictive for those who collect my work as it's been for me.
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Birthday Well Wishes

To day is my birthday. I turned 46 years old today. 46. I have to say that I have never imagined myself being 46 years old. It is a strange number.
I got all kinds of birthday well wishes from my Facebook friends which was really very strange. Kind. I usually keep a low profile about my birthday, but there it is on my Facebook page.

Sometimes I hate my birthday. Like the year I turned 39, I was so depressed and angry about getting older and leaving my 30's behind. 40 was a piece of cake but last year was terrible. Turning 45 really freaked me out and I was very unhappy. I have a much better attitude about this one. Oh sure, I am on the down hill slide heading towards 50. And yes, I realize that even if I am lucky enough to get to be 90 years old before I die, I am already more than half way there. But 46 feels good to me.

A couple of years ago I started attending this "boot camp" and doing all kinds of crazy work out stuff. Maybe that was purely a function of being afraid of getting old, but I would get up at 6 AM and go run around like a 20 year old for an hour, even though I would still be drinking and smoking like a 20 year old too. I thought I could handle it and I was strong. Last summer when I started to have serious liver failure I was at the beginning of a contract with the boot camp guys. I thought I was terrible dehydrated before I found out that my liver had stopped working like it used to. SO the guys at the boot camp suspended my membership and now, this month I have returned to the gym. It has been going good and today I went for a Saturday morning workout. I told this one woman there that it was my birthday. When I told here I was 46, her eyes almost popped out of her head. I am not sure that she had ever met someone THAT old. But really, she said, she never would have guessed I was over 39! That sounds pretty young from where I am sitting these days.
All in all it has been a pretty good birthday.
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