I did another huge, acrylic, incredibly illegal painting of mine
It's somewhere in Colorado, North of Pueblo, South of Fort Collins. Painting it felt like the second time you have sex, or perhaps, the second person you had sex with. You knew the basic idea of it all... and the whole concept is incredibly simple, but again it's a totally new experience with the proportions not exactly what you're accustomed to, but you make do.
This painting was much more intricate and planned out than the first (notice the charcoal lines, drawn in the previous night) and shows off much more texture and feel. I won't say this for certain, but it might also be a bit more representational. The light blue outlines do it for me. The wall itself was teeming with dust and badly laid brick is not the best canvas for paint. All the better to me.
I got seriously freaked out when painting this, I thought for sure I was surrounded by police right after I painted in the blue outlines, which by the way, is actually a mixture of blue, white and gel medium. I was actually mixing paints with a palette knife for this. It's seemed absurd. It was absurd.
I took a walk around the area where I was painted and noticed my hands here that blue of the outline and I thought that, boy, wouldn't it be funny to get caught "blue" handed. Har har. My backpack was also spattered with the blue.
I got my shit together and finished the piece. I walked home a long way around, through dimly lit alleyways which I did to freak myself once again. I just pictured someone jumping out, slashing me into little pieces and like, stealing my shoes.
I came out of the alley and to my immediate right was a cop car
No one was in it, but a police officer lived in the house it was parked in. I went home again, sighed really loudly and made frozen orange juice
The next day, I bought Irvine Welsh's new book Porno, and I suggest you all do the same.
This same night, I went to go see The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, who's lead singer is one of the sexiest people alive, I am almost positive. After their first song, I yelled "How do I make her love me?" and the whole half of the theatre I was standing in roared with laughter. I am not alone with this postulation.
I went alone and wore my new dancing pants, that have a line down the middle and are kind of stretchy and my silky white and black bowling shirt. Underneath that, I wore my Toilet Boys t-shirt, which features some naked guy on a toilet, with the lead singer of the band on a t-shirt the guy on my t-shirt is wearing. It's trippy.
My friend Laura from school was also at the show, she grabbed my ass and said hello. Jason and another girl were also at the show and we saw the Yeah Yeah Yeahs together. They all disappeared from JSBE, too bad I guess. I wasn't going to pay much attention to them anyways. I also bumped into Shylo there, literally, she was hunched on the floor and I kicked her. I went to say "sorry" and realized I knew her. She is beautiful. There were many beautiful girls at the show. I went home alone.
After the show I got my camera and took the above picture. I very much think this kind of art is almost purely performance. I really don't care what the outcome of it all is, but the actual painting of it, for me at least, is like a drug. I get off doing it. It makes me feel like I injected some rare chemical into my eye, through to my brain. I feel absolutely wasted afterwards. I plan to do as many of these as possible. I'm going to do a few more and have a "showing"; I'm going to Xerox maps of where people can see these and make people go. Then I'll take over the world and everyone will hate me cause they think the artwork sucks.
Keith Harring and I share a common guardian angel.
I stayed up till 3 and learned the riff to "Blister in the Sun" by the Violent Femmes, whom I just saw in Vail and will see again in 2 weeks. I plan to grab the guitar the floats around the studios at school and play it in a drawing class which houses the cutest girl I've ever seen sometime next week. She wears cat shoes and has a hat with cat ears on it. She has the kind of abdomen that looks much much too long and stretched out. This only means that any and every shirt she wears exposes a mid drift.
I cannot hear a thing because JSBE did a 2 hour jam and I'm absolutely exhausted from jamming along with them. They played exactly one song I could recognize and kept it near the 12 bars the rest of the time. This is what rock should have evolved into, everywhere.
I don't know why I feel the urge to write at 3:30 am, but there you go. Someone needs to tell me they love me soon because I am just fucking amazing. It's going to have to be quite the girl.
And lastly, no knows anything about water-mixable oil paints and that's just as absurd as everything above.
