Monday, October 23, 2006

NEW PAINTINGS.... and "Keggadeath"

I'm all over the place tonight...

So there are a couple new paintings for sale on the portfolio site. I was at Ikea recently buying a frame for my Alex Gross print that I recently ordered from his site. I got myself a print of "the Dream" I've been meaning to get one for like three years and I finally did. Definitely a good purchase.

Anyways... I bought a couple extra little 5.5 inch frames and took them home and paired them up with a couple 4x4 canvases. What to paint? Well... there's glass over the canvas... How about insects? Perfect. The photo wouldn't really lead you to believe this, but from certain angles they look like actual moths under glass. Trompe l'oeil-ish. Sounds funny, but try this: lean a bit to the right and look at your monitor at an angle. Tell me if that deceives your eyes. Check them out here under the "Acrylics" section...

LATE NIGHT UPDATE. I talked to Murf earlier and it drove me to stay up and finish Cliff Burton. He's there in the Oil section.

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Now on the keggadeath....

Wow. This must have been nuts.

Dude gets killed by exploding keg.

Years and years ago when I was about 14 or 15 a bunch of us did the old Stove Top sleepover alibi. You tell your parents you're going to Jimmy's. Jimmy tells his parents he's going to your house. Ten other sets of friends do this same thing and you all meet up at the clearing in a certain neighborhood. Then you all grab your sleeping bags and tents and you truck through the woods where Awesometown awaits.

Awesometown. A campfire. One crappy bent up joint of dirt weed between like 15 kids. Various shitty beers pilfered from an older brother or two. Heavenly.

The night rages on. The licking flames send yellow light dancing over braced faces and Beavis and Butthead t-shirts. Someone shows up with their dad's CB blaring police reports. COP! The joint is swallowed. The prank is revealed. The prankster is nearly beat up by the fat kid. The party goes on.

The next morning someone offers a bunch of Vienna sausage they stole from their pantry to everyone. People are so hungry they actually eat the moist, taupe-colored sausage. A useless can of corned beef hash is tossed into what's left of the fire. No one pays attention.

Twenty minutes later a shotgun blast resonates from the center of the retard campground. A projectile going 100 feet per second with a white comet trail of thick smoke threads a needle between the astonished little boozers packing up their sleeping bags. Everyone stands in silence, covered in corned beef hash.

Luckily no one was killed by shrapnel to the neck.

5 Comments:

Blogger shannoxx said...

It's always comforting to know there are so many stupid people living amongst us.

11:35 PM  
Anonymous kiley said...

1) i like the moths.

2) you always seem to incorporate vienna sausages into life.

3) i can safely say that you are the only person i would cocksuredly (<--- not a real word) make the above statement about.

4:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds like what we did in the Milton/Quincy quarries before they filled it in for a golf course of all things....

1:54 PM  
Blogger Hooker said...

Yeah the summer of 1995 I went up to the quarries literally every day.

2:58 PM  
Anonymous rc said...

whoa. some of that alex gross stuff is amazing. i have a mild obsession with empty thought or speech bubbles. may have to get "the meaning part 2"

3:16 PM  

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