When not watching Reality TV, this Sensitive Gay Man enjoys scribbling, shmushing paint on canvas, sunset walks along the beach, reading 19th-century European literature and imbibing coffee beverages...
Opera Queen-dom encouraged.
I dressed up for my Retail 'Ho job today! It was a challenge to do Male Drag that wouldn't scare too many customers away... I ended up as a vision in 100% Polyester. Various interpretations of how I looked included: Key West Vacationer, the writer Hunter S. Thompson, 70's Porn Producer, Dad from the Brady Bunch on the episodes where they visited Hawaii.
I'm shipping out "Nice Lady" today to a *special person* who lives down in L.A. I hope she likes it. To all my other Nice Lady Friends: now's the time to purchase some GlinkArt at rock-bottom prices before I become Hella-Rich-and-Famous. C'mon, you know you have lots of cash laying around and nothing to spend it on.
Not-So-Nice Lady Department: Sarah Palin makes me ill. I so hope she disappears on November 5th, though I know that this will not happen. Her Right-Wing ignorance and intolerance push my buttons big-time. She's such a fucking phoney. This woman must not ever become President!
I'm on a roll painting the ladies... this one was inspired by a sketch I did of a *big-boned gal* that I did while waiting to get into a overly-hyped exhibit at the de Young Museum... the exhibit was kind of sucky, but I had a delicious bowl of soup and got the inspiration for this painting out of my cultural expedition that afternoon.
I just saved my old AOL journal onto Blogger. It's private, since I used to have no boundaries. Ahh, memories! Anyway, here's one of many gems: a wonderful little prose piece by some favorite homo artists of mine, Gilbert and George:
"We would honestly like to say to you, Art, how happy we are to be your sculptors. We think about you all the time and feel very sentimental about you. We do realize that you are what we really crave for and many times we meet you in our dreams. We have glimpsed you through the abstract world and have tasted of your reality. One day we thought we saw you in a crowded street, you were dressed in a light brown suit, white shirt and a curious blue tie, you looked very smart but there was about your dress a curious worness and dryness. You were walking alone, light of step and in a very controlled sense. We were fascinated by the lightness of your face, your almost colourless eyes and your dusty-blonde hair. We approached you nervously and then just as we neared you, you went out of sight for a second and then we could not find you again. We felt sad and unlucky and at the same time happy and hopeful to see more of your reality." --Gilbert & George, 1970