When you don't have a canvas...

You use black pants, bleach and a paint brush. I got a complement on them today.

She said "They are really cool...where did you get them?"

"I wrote on them."

I worked on those pants for days.

The end on the right leg fades to...go fuck yourself.

It's amazing how one word makes a design.

I actually got a call back for a job...scary.

He had a ad for artists to design body art. The ad was vague but I applied. Ten minutes later he called me. He wanted female escorts. Just kidding but it would make for a great story.

Anyhoo...The company is looking for designs for ear gauges. He wanted young artists that are semi-know in the art world and have the knowledge of what teens want. I told him I was not know and not a teen. He sent me a link to his website any way. Honey, please.

A sunflower, rose, yin and yang and tribal. That's really cutting edge. Boring. I'm sending a sketch of jagged teeth around the gauge. Some thing that I think says "Go fuck off."

I was a teenager once.

He still haunts me at night

I fucking hate it. I want it to go away but I know it won't. Every sound every bump at night...he's coming for me. At least it doesn't happen as often as it use to. It just pisses me off that I have to get my ass out of bed to draw his face at 4am so I can sleep.

At least it made me feel better.