So I’m feverishly working on some paintings for the upcoming (it’s a still a good ways away) exhibit/party at Johnny Cupcakes’ Hull location store. I started them long ago with the intention of maybe doing a series and hunting some gallery work with them, but I finally said the other night: Hey… I have a gallery show coming up? Why half ass it?

The roller girl from yesterday is one of the pieces and here’s some updates on another one of the pieces.

I’m obsessed with neon signs and Shinjuku and Tokyo and Vegas and color. I also love flying V guitars and the band Accept. Anyone who is a reader of more than a few months has seen this one before.

I can’t wait until I get all the base colors on for the Shinjuku signs. I’m not even halfway there. Wish me luck.

So a story: Last night I stayed at work late and got home and went straight to the paints. I was working on the painting above when my roomate came home some time well after midnight with a huge box in his arms. He was animated as hell and talkin’ all excited like. I had forgotten when I asked what was in the box that he told me a week or two ago about talking to a dude out in Oklahoma named Earl about some leather decor for his room. What he pulled out of the box was totally awesome:

A big ass cowskin rug!

We both stood there with our eyes and mouths agape and the first thing he nervously yelped was “let’s make love on it”. The rug is that awesome. Two straight dudes felt the earth move. No no no I had better ideas….

I quickly told Skip I was going to photograph myself nude on it at some point. He may not have known I was serious and agreed wholeheartedly that the idea was great.

So today that’s just what I did. I have the house to myself. Well me and Gene Simmons are here. So enjoy the horrible photos below, and hopefully your work won’t fire you.

This entry was posted on Thursday, August 9th, 2007 at 7:40 pm and is filed under Uncategorized.