Back in the early 70’s I had a pink and Black 1956 Studebacker. I bought and sold it for 500 dollars. Today that car could pay to build the elusive Chapel of Jimmy Ray. Recently I was commisioned to do an assemblage on my friend Sudheer’s fireplace. The room is pink and he asked me to paint it Pink and Black. Well, I have done just that and I feel like I just took a time travel into the 1950’s. I must admit it was challenging and fun despite the fact that it reminded me of that ultra funky cash machine that I sold to go to New York back in May of 1971. All these years later…I’m still that Oklahoma boy who lit out for the Big City. Only now I am south of the border and across the tracks from a colonial Mexican town that is attracting way too many gringos. Ah…Life…What Sweet Mystery…but could you maybe discourage those republicans from messing up another artist’s waystop?
HEY!!! those “way too many G…’s” are buttering your bread, dude!