#358

Jasper (disguised as Mr. Bok-Choy)

#359

Utoooooopia

#360

Self-Portrait of Boris Which He Had Me Paint of Him Just in Case

#361

When You Forget A Dead Uncle

"Serious people have a light odor of carrion" --Francis Picabia

#362

Lost Cats

This painting had a background but it was stupid & poorly executed & I hated it so I blacked it all out & decided that these cats were lost. 

#363

The Wild Men of Borneo

This one was easy. Did an abstract background using a credit card to apply the paint. Then used matte medium to glue on the pre-drawn heads. I was happy right away with this painting.

#364

"Remember When Hermann Was Lifelike?"

This painting came relatively easily. The image surfaced to manifestation by the usual mediumistic methods. I even knew his name. Here, I've used a lot of white over more complex colored surfaces. I knife this crappy white acrylic paint, which has taken on the consistency of cottage cheese, thickly over the previous layers and then scratch and marked the "flesh." Hermann comes to "lifelikeness."  What his fate will be ultimately, I can't say. I doubt he'll last longer than I will. I see the dumpster in his future. In both our futures. Is he glad to have been manifested even if it is for a relatively short amount of time? Can't say. Probably not. Most likely it doesn't make a difference really one way or another. But he's here. He's my friend. Our relationship is an intimate one. No one else will probably ever see him.

#365

Jennifer's Head Wound

Hate this painting, maybe hate is too strong a word, maybe it grows on me, I can't tell. It started out much differently. Not sure if I had any plan in mind, most likely not. I repainted the surface entirely three maybe four times. This image emerged. I was about to paint over the entire surface again, this time black & start over but stopped when I saw what half the "face" looked like black. It seemed like  something had happened...something I hadnt planned at all but liked. Like is too strong a word. Not liked...but something I could let stand, something I thought ought not be covered over, lost to total blackness. Just enough blackness had saved it.