I'll fuck you 'till you love me.

One of my favorite quotes by Mike Tyson. And my favorite Prince quote: 'Move that big ass 'round so I can work on that zippa baby,' I had a dream last night that a young MIck Jagger was playing the part of Little Alex in Clockwork Orange only to find out that Jagger was Kubricks first choice for the role.I envisioned jagger doing his rooster strut to the tune of 'Singing in The Rain' during the rape scene. What a perfect fucking thing that film is. The choreographed chaos, the sheer beauty of the ultra-violence. Violence for no other end that to do violence. helped to mold and comfort me in so many ways. The 'Forbidden Zone' has helped to shape me also. I've been asked many times what I would be if I weren't an artist. I've always answered without hesitation.... 'A criminal'. I am in fact an ex-felon. One day in North Carolina, I was given the name and address of the man that was selling drugs to my daughter. I took a ride over to his lavish abode, broke his door in and beat him with a lead pipe. In my other hand was a fully loaded automatic Tech-9. Every time he tried to crawl away I threatened to blow him where the Pampers is. His wife was a little confused but eventually she grabbed the night table pistol and took a few shots at me. She couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. Anyway, the shots alerted the neighbors and the police came pouring in and beat me into a coma for two weeks. (During that beating I had the great fortune to punch one of the officers right in his big fucking mouth. You know how they love to shout: 'Down on the ground!!" 'Hands behind your neck!!')That coma was one of the most blessed events of my life. To exist only in my head. I was later charged with second degree kidnapping, assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder and breaking and entering. I spent a couple of weeks in a 9'x6'cell and now and then someone would slide food in through a slot. After a while hey the sent me to a state run psychiatric hospital for a 102 days. John Hinkly resided there as well as the guy who was stalking Kathie Lee Gifford. I was just small potatoes. I got along great.I was privileged to get a sharpened pencil so I drew portraits of all the inmates and also smuggled in cigarettes for them. . They sent me home after a while, found me guilty and gave me three years probation. My daughter died shortly after that at the age of 18. My wife gained 40 pounds and went in search of someone more boring. A Johnny Punch-Clock sorta guy. All of this really inspired me. It was great, one of the best times of my life but my desire to paint was a bit stronger and so here I sit.
True story.

Anyhow. You may have noticed some new works on my gallery page. I got off about seven of them for my show in Paris at the Galerie Bertin December 08. They're all based on the dreams and visions I experience from time to time. The holidays came and went without my knowing it. My sister sent me a Bobble head Big Boy.... what a gal! And my Freddy Krueger replica glove finally arrived in the mail. Real metal... Very sharp... Love it.

My parents are still living and although they don't really understand why I do what I do, they now understand that people pay money for it. That makes it seem a bit more legitimate and worthwhile. Kidnapping doesn't pay well at all.

I'm not exactly sure why but right now I'm wearing a Bell Hop's uniform, It was there in the closet and to wear it while painting seemed like a good idea at the time. I must admit that it does feel good. Little brass buttons and all.
{ painted a baked ham tonight and it came out pretty well. I think the little Bell Boy pill-box hat helped.

Jimi Hendrix's younger sister has gone full force into merchandising paraphernalia bearing her illustrious brother's name. It's called 'Authentic Hendrix' Of course I bought almost one of everything including an Axis; Bold as Love bed spread. They even have one of those car air fresheners bearing the likeness of Jimi that you can dangle from the rear view mirror of your 1987 Ford Escort. I like his sister, I met her at a party once, got blind drunk and groped her. Now I don't drink or grope, just paint that's about all the stimuli I need. My neighbor gave me a real Faberge' egg with a nativity scene inside, I carefully removed the figures and set a cat skull in its place. It fits perfectly. I draped the skull with a set of black rosary beads and the effect reminds me of the Karova Milk bar and the old Moloko Plus. 'Looking at it sharpens me up for a bit of the ultra violence and the old in out, in out.

Both my mother and Prince are now Jehovah's Witnesses. I had to pick up a Prince CD just to hear him do the 'Our Father' and it was beautiful. Much better than if my mother had done it. 'Our Father who art in heaven; Howard be thy name'
Steve Vai has a new one in which he dons his composer's hat... a120 minute symphony he performed with the Metropole Orkest. It's the missing link between contemporary music and the rock guitar solo. If you want something different... go get it. It's called 'Sound Theories'. The Prince CD is worth the price just to see his High School graduation picture complete with Angela Davis afro. And for God's sake go buy a copy of 'Clockwork Orange' and while you're there, pick up 'Natural Born Killers'. It's not a party without a couple of dead bodies. Homicidal Artistry. Rape, murder, it's just a shot away.

I'm seriously considering Lasik surgery... my eyes are going fast.

God I miss Frank Zappa.

I saw the prototype cartoon for Heckle and Jeckle. They were husband and wife and called; The Talking Magpies.

Well... I'm aimlessly rambling so I have to go. I'm going to fade away to Bolivia, but I dearly hope that I've given you some insight and instilled you with an sense of inner peace and clarity.