Hello again dear readers,
I was looking at my watercolors from last year and in desperation decided to try to reproduce the carefully placed rudimentary brush strokes that made them so loved by the masses. I’m not sure if I succeeded but I did create something that is an honest reflection of the last few months of my life. I feel like I should make a hand-written note and encase it in plexiglass along with the watercolor in order to present them both as some sort of stylish diptych.
The note would discus the woes of listening to coke riddled advice, power-lifting through injuries, peace-loving spinsters who talk too much, feed rodents and can’t tolerate the early afternoon playfulness of children. My cautionary tale would also go over an elderly obese psycho with a sweaty vagina and the tribulations of flea infestation. Don’t fret readers. I will not discuss the gory details of the eclectic, horrifying topics I mentioned in the above sentences but I will direct your attention to the autobiographical watercolor below.
Perhaps the work is visceral enough that you won’t need an explanation.
Then again, maybe it’s not as potent as I believe it to be.
“Neighbors & Fleas”
15 x 11″, watercolor, graphite & micron pen on 140lb. acid-free watercolor paper, 2014
Until next time,