OIL ON CANVAS, 16" x 20":
Arcadia is pretty fucking generous with the framing. When they asked me what I wanted, I asked for the impossible. I was all "I see a gigantic gold frame. Carvings but no vines or shells or that kinda thing. Ya know, more pill and dart kinda shit. No coves, just steps. And it should be imposing. I want it to dwarf the painting. The bright luxury of the huge frame should make the painting darker and more untouchable. A big-assed stepped frame! Like an over designed Whistler... Ya know, shameless." I figured they would give me a signed reality check and we would have to compromise. WRONG! They just did it. AND they fucking agreed with me. Ya gotta go see this show... These frames are insane.

MODEL:
Her name was Sky. Lord knows if she renamed herself that, or if her parents came up with that one. Sky wasn't willing to comprehend the word "bra". After I sent a long email about the do's and don'ts of a bra, she showed up for the sitting in a wrap that was made of like silver metallic mesh. You would think that I have this huge pile of bras, in every color and every cut. I don't. And, frankly, it would be almost creepy if I did. So I was stuck with the wrap. I painted it as if were a black linen as to underplay the area and went with a strong contrasts of shadows on the nimbus and the thing that was my original reason for choosing her as a sitter...her face. Great head on her, huh? Really unique and eligant. Makes this one of my better paintings, I believe.

APOLOGY:
If anybody has sent me a note or an email or anything of that nature, I swear to holly hell that eventually answer your query. I have been beyond busy these days. I have a few paintings to finish (and a bunch of related graphic tasks) for my gallery show. I'm working on the special features for the Venture Brothers DVD set. And let me tell you this; you guys are in for a treat with that. Even though Adult Swim keeps changing their money conscious minds about the number of discs we get to dick around with, there will be some exclusive material that is guaranteed to make you wish that Jackson and I lived in your basement. And yes, I have no idea what that means either. AND Jackson and I are in full production for Season Two. We just finished writing our first coauthored script last night (Okay, it was 4 this morning... But come on, you know that counts as last night.) So cut me a little bit of rope. I sleep in the studio and do this crap 24 hours a day. The worst part of that is that the Astrobase has a vinyl couch and it's like sleeping on a huge colorform. I wake up with the distinct imprint of fake cowhide on my boney, sweat-soaked back. Attractive? No?