The snow came faintly falling on the Brooklyn Cog as I played around on the big white walls of Frost.
And Open To The Hound played a fare thee well show before going on tour:
Even as I was calling my mom about thaksgiving my Ex tried was trying to flag me down at the pass…. It’s my mom’s birthday…. and like the shitty son I am I spaced it again. So this time lapse is for MOM. You were born and so you are free and so Happy Birthday mom….just start talking at the sound of tone. This one will be Romulus and Venus… and this was the inspirado of little dogs yesterday.
Gearing up to start a Residency at 17 frost from Nov, thru Jan. Most of the work will be of a narrative and more or less figurative nature, so I’ve been drawing abstracts in the spirit of contrariness. I’ve never shown a lot of my abstract work, but I never stop making it. I guess I’m afraid that even the best abstract paintings (like Kline and DeKooning and Twombly) sort of end up as decorations/trophies for rich idiots. They can sort of drift into the background and be ignored. I guess you can ignore Mozart too, so it shouldn’t matter, but then I never wanted to be Mozart, I wanted to scream and rock. Still abstraction is my first love and my favorite work to look at or make