MEDIUM: Oil (and bullshit amounts of it) on Canvas. 11"x14" I think that number is correct. 51 or 52... Could be 53 even. Look, I don't know.

PHOTO: I photographed this one to not show the image as much as show the surface of the object. You still won't be able to see the depth of glaze and other such delights, but you can get the idea that I'm not making a smooth, well blended surface. I will show you a detail of this mess so you can really see how odd the surface is: [link]

MODEL: Rikaco. Pretty, smart, willing to sit for a stranger. You know the drill.

WHAT THE?: Still painting! And yes, it's the same stupid subject I always painted. Aaand... I'm not sure what the fuck I am doing, to be dead honest with you. I'm just following my gut that is trying to decipher directions my head jotted down on a napkin. It's leading me into shaky, uncharted territory that almost scares me. Not because that there are talking trees and haunted houses in this new territory. But because what I am doing is completely unfamiliar to me. And I'm not even sure I like it. But that kind of fear that your own work generates is good-news. When you are comfortable with what you are doing, you may have lost your reach. There should be some fear that goes along with moving forward. And look, I'm no fucking genius, I may be doing what I was born to do. Or even what I needed to do BEFORE I did what I was born to do. But in the now, I am just fucking toweling on spackle to a canvas and giving myself the willies.

NOTE: This is not my new "thing", this is just one way I felt I needed to paint right now. It's ALL experimentation. Anybody that latches on to something because it kinda yields good results is a sham. Forward! Cries the absurd engine of time! Don't rest on your cracked and decomposing laurels. Try the thing that compels, yet scares you. Do what only YOU think is right. And if somebody tells you they like you old work better... Tell them you don't care what they like. And then give them a hug. They need it.