T-Minus 12 Days

12 days until my solo show opens at Gallery 138.

3 days until I fly out to New York. My shit is totally unraveling. A million emails to send people. Still have to unstretch the damn canvases which I was supposed to do today, but it’s just not looking like it’s going to happen tonight.
Perhaps I’ll do one. Just one. Get the fucking ball rolling.

It’s just such a defeating process.
You spend so damn long building the stretcher, stretching the canvas, making sure it’s tight, gessoing it, gessoing it again, and again, then you go about painting the damn thing and then you’ve got to take it all apart again. Such a step backward from a seemingly finished process. Makes me want to pile them in the middle of the street and set them on fire instead of fucking with them anymore.

Maybe then I could video it and put that in the show instead.
Hmmmmmm….. thinking about it….. hmmmm…..

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Nocturnal Gas Station Lazarus

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Got a text message from my girlfriend today that totally bummed the shit out of me.
I sent her a package with all kinds of the presents for her (as well as some flyers that she requested, so that she could “whore me out” as she put it). Then today, just as I am buying her a fucking Kara Walker book because she likes Kara Walker and I’m all excited to give it to her, I get a text from her saying,

“just opened the ugliest earrings ever, thank you baby”

How fucking ungrateful is that!?
She later apologized and said that she thought the earrings were trashy joke earrings!
Total bullshit. Now I know they weren’t the nicest earrings in the world, but they certainly weren’t the most hideous thing on the street either. Makes me want to go give the Walker book to some bum on 6th and Market, they’d be more appreciative than her.
Kind of took the wind out of my sails for coming to stay with her.

In addition, I’m getting a fucking cold sore.

What the fuck god!?

What if the cold sore looked like this?

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That way motherfucker.