It's been crunch time since May. Now it is just compress and break time.

More to come after I shoot the paintings once the gold leaf has been applied.

It's interesting. Focus on painting every day, becoming absorbed in the process. One minute everything is a masterpiece the next it's multi colored shit. I've learned through the years that this is just the process. Through the normal course of a day you don't scrutinize something quite as intensely as a painting as you are making it. I'll walk down the street stumbling stepping in dog shit because I didn't notice. But creating a painting? Now that is scrutiny. There are few things as intense as creating a painting. I've almost jumped out of my skin as Molly simply walked in to the studio to ask me something. I've been staring way too long at these paintings. My brain is going mush. At least I have an excuse this time.

Show is coming along nicely. Still blocking in this one. Molly posed for this so of course I get a critique every 5 minutes. She hasn't burnt it up so far. So good?

Good adventures this weekend. And painting late.

Very happy with the new paint I found at SoHo Art Supply. If they had a coffee station I'd practically live there!

Who knows what I'll be calling it by the time my show in August happens. Last Rites will be using it for an ad in Hi Fructose magazine. I'm sure it will be the size of a postage stamp, but an ad none the less. The weirdness for me is I've had my illustrations that were appearing every week in Sports Illustrated in the '90s when their circulation was 2.5 million. The Week Magazine has a circulation in the hundred  thousands and yet I'm very excited to be in such a major industry magazine. Putting your work out for everyone to see in an age when everyone puts all their shit out in the world for it to "like" and "share" etc. I don't do that a lot. I have no interest in what people ate, or their kids, or their giant log they just dropped in the toilet.... unless the log looks like a famous person. I've drawn and painted since I was a little kid. It's never been a concern that anyone is analyzing or interpreting what I depict until I grew up and realized I was participating in a visual language. I wonder if people's food pictures will eventually bring in a new visual language that will become an art movement on the level of the Pre Raphaelites, Surrealism, Color Field, or whatever. So here is my food pic. We'll just say portions are important.

Ink sketch.