Just saw a wheelchaired person, pants around ankles, looking confused & moving slowly along a sidewalk. Some things you can’t un-see. # Wearing custom Coilhouse top, downing oversized mug of hot coffee dusted w/ground chocolate, heading out for Costa Mesa to shoot. Morning. #
It appears I’m in the current issue of Marquis, rocking the Mother of London. Photos by Venus Wept.
Just passed a man driving, drumstick in each hand, hammering out something energetic on the steering wheel. # Most definitely up to no good. #
Melrose Ave, aarly this morning. More here.
No Ground Control tonight, I have Fukase on the brain. Also, exhausted. Paste up adventure soon – any volunteers for tomorrow night? # The workzone is a petri dish today. The first bastard to make fun of my surgical mask gets stabbed. #
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She was running around the shop while Q and I were making posters. Then I ate her face.
Found in old trunk: hand-beaded dress, pink. Box of dental dambs, crunchy. # The Mighty Boosh had a season 3?! My pig-source says "yes indeeed". # New! Free! Coilhouse poster drawn by me! Download it here — http://tinyurl.com/2u5axw #
Actually packing away nearly all clothing that isn’t black or grey. Socks and undertings excluded. # So..many..clothes. Need..more…zests. #
Nearing the finish of a drawing. Moo luxuriates in a sun beam. Coffee. # Wandering around downtown after 2 am. #
Phase one of Coilhouse propaganda art: complete. Phase two is actually just about done, as well. Prepare!
Having special curry in the West Side Japo-zone. Mff. # Too often I forget how much I love Karaoke with private booths. # Making Coilhouse propaganda #
Since this was taken a couple of weeks ago I’ve varnished and signed these little paintings, adding a few minuscule details in gold ink. That could prove difficult to photograph so here is this, for now. Oil on wood. Of late, poking at a new larger painting and a propaganda piece for Coilhouse, where I’m writing more than anywhere else these days. Shooting a lot for work. Not finding enough time to read which frustrates. This is not a night …