The eloquent messages scribbled on the wall were a resault of several parties and many of our friends. The phone number is to the unit I belonged to when I went to war.
First of the Series sold to Larry Curl of the punk/rock/soul/space band T.O.A.S.T. (taken outside and shot twice). Those are Munchichis riding the ponies.
I wanted to destory innocence and somehow get back at society, but instead I ended up painting funny pictures.
Yes, this is a Sea Monkey suicide bomber in Snork Village. I was homesick for combat when I painted this one. My message, if there is one, is that these little annoying creatures fight in the fishbowl, the beta doesn’t care, notice, or give a shit.
Somehow this art helped me.
I can’t find the earlier paintings I did when I first got back. I didn’t have a digital camera and I was too irresponsible to care to take pictures of it.
The Pop art I started when I came back from the war.
I gave all the earlier stuff away, but this was the first painting I did in the pop art vein. After this one I couldn’t stop.
True story: This one and the Papa Smurf Crucifixion sold to the assistant dean of psychology of Pacific University.
But I had fun with it.
