I drew this in charcoal, then I drank more, then I added spray paint, then I drank more, then I added acrylic, then I drank more, then I added ink, then I drank more, etc etc. There’s nothing like impatience to add energy to a man’s input. This is a mess, but it has poetry. I’m suddenly everything I ever wanted to be – independent, reckless, pointless and free. If you don’t like it, well, you know where I live. Bring it on.
3 comments:
You've painted the hangover before it happened.
Something like Dorian Gray. I woke up still drunk and now it's faded into a comfortable memory. Meanwhile, the picture suffers for my debauchery. Nice.
Ha ha. Stick it in your attic and go on another bender.
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