T-minus 29 Days

29 days until my solo show opens at Gallery 138.

Good news on all fronts today. The last painting is coming along smashingly. Strong strokes.
I love it when painting is like working construction. The paint brush becomes a hammer and each dab of paint is a nail and it goes… BAM BAM BAM, and you knock that motherfucker out without a second thought, it all just flows directly out of you. Those are the moments I live for.

Like this:

Ocularpation, in progress, almost done…

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Brookie emailed today to tell me that it looks like a Paris gallery is interested in showing one of my videos! Hip hip fuckin Hooray! I love that goddamn town. I’ve been there twice and that grand dirty river catches my heart each time. I used to think Paris was a crock of shit, that was of course before I went there. Upon setting foot in that winding and cobbled town, all that attitude drops away and you are in candyland for art history. No other city has that feeling for me. London, Berlin, St.Petersburg, Venice, L.A., Barcelona, New York, nothing has that feeling, that raw and tangible feeling of romance spitted on the bitter stake of heartbreak and history. Love it.

Of course that means diddly squat right now. I’ve got to get my painting done and finish up the details before this mother opens in the grand beast of them all, New York, in less than a slim month. Time to go to work.

These people yelled at me when I took their picture. Chances are they weren’t supposed to be lugging this precious cargo on the subway. I should hope they would pop for a cab if it was me getting the transplant. Probably not though…

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Maniac Kyle Ranson stalking the streets
Move over Cape Fear.