A Boy And His Dog



We’ve set a day that I am calling Easter Monday after one of my favorite deKooning paintings. She has survived for two years with the cancer, but it now seems that there is the question of doing what is best for her. I can’t imagine her ever leaving our side by choice, but it is no good for her to live in pain. I wouldn’t wish cancer on my worst enemy.

I’ve drawn bailey a lot over the years, but I’ve never really caught her they way I would want to remember her and today I realized I only have three days to figure out how to paint her and so I set about doing some sketches.

All the time seems to be lapsing and I want to record every moment of her: It’s more like surveillance than photography. Time is the thing and the other day I was trying to take the piss out of Jim Morrison’s Poetry and Rock and Roll ambition in general, and my friend shot me doing a fake Lizard King Sermon, but now with Radio Head’s Haunting Song: Exit Music (for a film) it doesn’t seem like a joke anymore. I feel so helpless against mortality. What kind of master can’t master eternity?