I just read this in Mat Gleason's (of Coagula mag) blog:
"It is like true art is a mangy dog you hope never comes walking around your street and if it does you throw rocks at it to make it go away. But when the burglar is in your house, you wish that mangy dog was there, just as when stagnation and emptiness hit your life, you wish you would have immersed youself in culture in order to cope."

Amen brother.

Last week Kenny and I were in L.A. to, among other things, see Todd Schorr's amazing new show. We went to the La Brea Tar Pits and the museum there. We saw a a nice family of plaster Sabertooth Tigers (which incidentally were more closely related to lions than tigers. Look it up.)

The Joe Coleman signing went well last night. It was the biggest thrill to meet Joe and his gorgeous wife Whitney. Kenny and I were totally in love with them. He's a genius. Klint showed up- where were you Dr. Menlo!?

And here we have Uncle Joe strangling Charlie Krafft...Good times indeed....

PURRFECT PALS
Lisa Petrucci did this kick ass painting of me and Monkey in her signature "Liddle Kiddle" style. The gloss is from a thick varnish she tops it off with...the painting itself is on an old wood plaque she finds in thrift shops or whatnot. Super groovy.