The details of my life are quite inconsequential …My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
2 hr distracted live painting. Looking forward to finishing. Thanks @danielrolnik @bggallery now watching Jon Hopkins kill sound live.
In full color view this Saturday… I’ll be painting live too. 6:30pm - 10pm at bG Gallery: 1431 Ocean Ave, Santa Monica, California
Spoiler alert ~ “Ultimate Beach” group art show at BG Gallery this Sat. SM,CA @danielrolnik @bggallery
Got weird. Yet, I’m failing at truly getting weird enough to claim true success. You know, so that I might fit in with the rest of you.