prototypical goofball

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the studio (living room?) is heating up...

things have moved along at a nice clip over this past weekend. feel like i made some breakthroughs with materials (namely experimenting with multiple layers of shellac and countering with splashes of denatured alcohol on the water heater panels--even though the fumes are getting the best of me) and are now staggeringly close to a solid contextual frame for this upcoming body of work (sorry, no hints just yet). experiments are coming to a close and pure execution of the actual series is impending. i hope i can fall into a nice groove and some killer art will finally be coming out of the stagnant creative fog i've been in for much too long.

critter

future zephuros (quick sketch for larger work)

preacher and the acolytus

cold heart

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pure scrawlin'

love them dirty lines

dry hump (shellac is the secret)

Stage 1: the soul
Stage 2: the bones (not pictured)
stage 3. the flesh (not pictured)

dead fish

ode to the bearded lady...

Character is determined more by the lack of certain experiences than by those one has had.
-Nietzsche

To say that a work of art is good, but incomprehensible to the majority of men, is the same as saying of some kind of food that it is very good but that most people can't eat it.
Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)

Gramps use to always say...

'HARD-ON!'

thank god

new 'tusky' critter.

the one weakness of an otherwise invulnerable hero

...that which is between us.

my mind's combine is in constant stuck, always harvesting over the already harvested plot.

in my bed...there is no solitude, no comfort, or no friend.
my mind keeps me up as a prowler
who is just trying to break-in.
he's out there standing in the yard,
he stares at me through the window,
he steams the pane up with rancid breath,
smashing glass with closed fist.

easter dinner.

simplified.

rabid to ribald.

how a baby sees god...

ghost crotch?

drunk cookie monster...

experimentation with sumi painting on silver spray painted water heater drain pan.

looking for practical solutions in both materials and technique for showing a thematic collection of work in an unorthodox exhibition setting (sunset tavern-music venue).

the work needs to look good:

1. displayed on red/black wall.
2. in very low-lighting.
3. in a narrow and horizontal room with a low ceiling.
4. where people will potentially be in direct physical contact with the art.

any thoughts/suggestions...?

keeps on licking.

sometimes you've gotta take it up the Everything Hole.

one coulduva been.

grandmama's little slut pumpkin...

remixed found negative

MY GIRLS
by animal collective

Is it much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in a precious race
And children cry for the one who has
A real big heart and a father's grace

I don't mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls

nocturne's levitating mamilla

BALLAD OF SPRING'S FALLEN FOOL
(proposed and rejected artwork for the reissue of Barbara Streisand's chart-topping 1978 platinum single of the same name)

amen.

what's wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.

i painted this little fella tonight and realized about three quarters the way into that he was UNQUESTIONABLY FUCKED.

sometimes that's just how life goes, i reckon.

everything and all...

one great majestic.

enter one great majestic to the lit stage of the BROKEN SITCOM

present
to empty out one's little self
at the 'shed-fort' area in the inner goon sanctuary

(host's question)

what brought you to this place

a hogfarm scratch-n-sniff

to smell the hunger pang of
your poker-face


repent no
repeat
all of your little sins
the ones daddy taught you
when you were just a little kid

(insert laugh track here)

(into a song-n-dance number with a tuxedoed boy lost under a top hat
singing to his fat mother who is planted to couch
in a stained nightie watching wheel of fortune)

"this little light of mine
burns out these little eyes of mine
i can't see your foolish ways
when you have bawdy day with me

you are pieces of the dunce's hat
crowned to my head like whale fat
i will tear you free from me
when i leave here eternally"

(she replies with a tune of her own
in a different key)

"the rusty wind-chimes ...of my heart
feedback with hiss ...all night long
you stand too close to the static...
of my loooooove"

a black song for credits of this sitcom

there will be a dildo-flogging for good ratings come sweeps week
and by season's finale
one great majestic will pretend to be stranded in the mountains again
choking on the meat of a cougar's paw

sputtering for an emmy
the lines

" why didn't daddy cut his sex so he'd have no child to think of
when i'm old enough i will cauterized my sex to satisfy
my selfish ways."

(insert stunned silenced here
followed by uproarious applause)

bored at dinner (three napkin doodles)

put a smile on your painted face you dirty sister