
-keep it ill-











It's obvious to me now (more than ever) that if I want more work in this biz I'll have to move to California. The east coast is a dry, desolate wasteland for artists. Nobody actually wants to be a starving artist...I wanna be an overly fed, morbidly obese artist. Is that too much to ask? i don't think so. Hollywood, here I come. . .


These first two were commissions and the chick with the coffee cup was a warm-up dedicated to a friend who bestowed the joy of starbucks upon me. Starbucks is from Heaven....they should serve it in Church.



It's quarter to 1 in the morning. . .I'm just sittin' down to work. It's been a long weekend. It's been a long month, actually. It's been one of those long, dangerous months. You know, when you don't know if you're gonna make it to the next month. . .like you might not come out of this one alive. Yeah...one of those months. Good times.



