T-minus 34 Days
February 24, 2008
34 days until my solo show opens at Gallery 138.
More painting preparation today. Finally feel that things are coming together. Here’s the still that the 2nd oil painting for Ocularpation will be based off of.
Less nudity on this one. Keep it PG-13 for the kids out there. Although that’s totally bullshit, because when I was 13 I had my hands on some of the nastiest porn available to the human race. I was hungry for it. I remember finding an abandoned shack deep back in the woods by a friend of my mother’s that I used to babysit for, and this little waterlogged hideaway was a porn palace of sorts. Broken windows and weather damaged in the Alaskan countryside, all the pulpy volumes were thick and swollen with moisture, looking more like misshaped phone books rather than slick thin and glossies. The warped and bleeding faces and vaginas staring out at me, enticing the way that disease or electrocution or screaming into the pillow are. I can’t count the number of times I visited it. ‘Twas my secret hideout. I wonder what shape it is in now? Soggy and sinking into the moss and devil’s club, burying the volumes that showed me what “it” looked like, for the first time. Invaluable knowledge. Thanks little old Alaskan porn shanty.
Brookie’s fabulous boot.
