Hello friends. Obviously one cannot count on my bloggability. Indeed, I could be accused of blog neglect. If this is any indicator of my child-rearing skills, then I will probably be arrested for leaving lil' Suzy in a brothel broom-closet with a sippy-cup full of kerosene.
News: I am a hermit now. And I am fairly miserable and whiny about it. I figured that I wouldn't bore you fine people with my oppressive artspeak garbling. So that said, here is a fun art anecdote: I had a terrible critique the other day. This woman compared my paintings to movie posters and recommended that I draw pictures of trains. She can kiss my caboose. Or lick my rear cab (it's really up to her.)
I am working on a painting for a "New Texas Painting" show at Diverseworks in Houston. I have to finish it by next week. I am not a machine dammit! Everyone seems to think of me as "Ali the Assembly Line" artist. I am not flattered. Or mechanized.
And I have my orals (not as fun as it sounds) in 3 weeks. And then I have a show at "Art Palace" Nov. 18th. So, forgive me if I am not the upright blogging citizen that I should be. I will be that and all more, after all dis shit is behind me. I will rock your world. I'm going to assemble and army of androgynous lovers just so that I will have something to write about.