T-Minus 11 Days

11 days until my solo show opens at Gallery 138.

Finally stripped the beasts bare….

Oh! Finer days have I seen!!!

So sad to see my old compatriots torn loose from their moorings and laid to the cold ground, like petty trash amongst the hoi polloi. You deserve better dearest paintings, but for now, you’ll sleep in a tight roll, nestled amongst your lower companions of convenience, dear Mr. Bubblewrap and Mrs. Packingtape and their wicked son Lt. Mailingtube.
Beware of the cursed Mailingtube, not to be trusted…

Peekaboo motherfucker

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So perhaps I overreacted yesterday in regards to certain aforementioned earrings. I’m discovering that my mental and emotional health leave much to be desired these days.
When the fuck did I become such a whiny Whinney?

Egad… I hope these most recent outbursts of wanton tantrum are not what is to be expected as I get old old older?

Say it ain’t so!

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Shearing of the carcass

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The emasculated piece