My pictures are confused, abrupt, adamant, honest and entirely lacking in foresight. They are born from an argument between life's experiences, subconscious impulses and my own muddled aesthetic preferences; this dialogue is strained but ongoing. They are made possible only by the depth of my illness and the gift of my sobriety. I have accepted both graciously. They are, individually and as a group, an unwitting self-portrait.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
"Dear John Letter Lounge" Jerry Jeff Walker. This is deep catalog Jerry Jeff music. I thought of it because of the booze painting I just got. Note the "Dear John" letter on the table.