T-minus 27 Days

27 days until my solo show opens at Gallery 138.

Painting painting painting. If I could write down half the ideas I have, I’d be writing for the rest of my entire life. Focus is the primary problem of course. Which ones to weed out and which to water?  Spoke to my friend Susumu tonight who lives in Brooklyn. He wants me to come out to New York and move in with him. He makes a convincing argument. The city of New York is damn appealing. Her gutter charms, her swooping neckline, her enticing bespectacled collectors, her inbred museums, her never ending hustle, and of course my lovely girlfriend, the most beautiful woman in the world.
Hard to resist.
The west coast has his ways though… we shall see how the dice roll.

Ain’t it the fuckin truth. If I could only learn this lesson and keep it learned!
WHY AM I CURSED TO ALWAYS FORGET THIS SIMPLE TRUTH!?

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Rumor on the street is that a Paris gallery was looking at a video that they might be interested in. I hate to get my damn hopes up these days, only to have them dashed upon the bitter rocks of the hangman again and again. I remember there was a week that I was going to be in the Whitney Biennial this last fall. I was jumping out of my skin! Called and told my mom and everything. Then a week later, NPR and I had a fight and the next day I was telling my mom to disregard all that shit from last week. Bummer times. It taught me a fairly important lesson though.

I’ll believe it when I see it.

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3 of my father’s 5 exwives at his funeral.

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Liz and Susannah