Let Bygones be Winespills...

The inevitable has finally come to pass.

After years and years of good, solid use, of true moral fiber and utmost dignity, and the grace to allow me the ability to look up obscure things on The Internet whenever I so choose...the inevitable.

It is with great sadness and enormous guilt that I am forced to admit that gravity got in between my hand and the wine glass and the result was a short circuted MacBookPro and the potential loss of everything on it.

This.
Sucks.

Essentially, our entire life's progress was on that motherboard.  The beginnings of our musical interest which unfolded into a full scale artistic pursuit, all the photographs, all the writings...everything.  The worst part (and it truly is The Worst Part) is that this computer was not even mine.

NO, this computer, I am distressed to say, was The Dude's.

Luckily for me, The Dude often shows a great expanse of inner grace which he extends to my ridiculous existence time and time again.  In this case, he is being extremely forgiving and understanding instead of hotwiring the remains of the machine through my brain and projecting the information out of my eyeballs (which I may not forcefully resist, truth be told...)

syd

honey love you honey little honey funny sunny morning love you more funny love in the skyline baby i scream scuse me i seen you lookin good the other evening

 

please leave us here close our eyes for the octopus ride

oh where are you now pussywillow that smiled on this leaf

Blue Paint Series

This is the result if a 3 day long panic attack over an in-house paint job, yielding a madness induced photo shoot and, finally, a really awesome new room.

Eat your heart out, gen-pop.

Artwork

Inamorato

46" X 34"
canvas, red wine, acrylic

My latest painting.

The title is an Italian phrase used to describe the object of one's affection, in this case, the male whom you desire.

wink.

head space

New Post

It's been a long time.

As the war continues to rage upon itself in the crinkles of my brain cavities, somewhere a desire to return to the internet has made itself known.

And so, here I sit, armed with a delicious Bloody Mary, a pair of boxer shorts, and cat hair in my eye, writing my first post in months.

At some point, this entire endeavor became a source of discontent. My usual existential ponderings kept pulling me in the direction of constant judgment, a nagging suspicion that I wasn't living up to my full potential, that there were thoughts to be developed and diatribes to be composed, and here I was posting pictures of hot girls.

As most things do, it all became too frustrating. The source, of course, was merely the voices in my head. Of late, I have begun to see them for what they truly are, that the feeling of having bats swooping around inside of your skull are only half real, the other half are paper cut outs that cast eerie shadows.

In a triumphant return to this wasteland, I guess it only makes sense to pick up where I left off.

Yes.

This is Charlotte Kemp Muhl, girlfriend of Sean Lennon and the second half of band "Ghost of a Saber Toothed Tiger.

Miss Kemp Muhl is known for her spidery vocals, whimsical fashion sense, and being excessively attractive.

Clearly.