quick woodrow wilson thing for Reporter. Acrylic on bristol
So my pal Justyn had a few pieces up at an awesome little bar in Canandigua, so we went for the opening. He drew my margarita and... I had fun with it.
in crit and bored.
more during crit boredom
This is the painting I freaked out and turped. It doesn't exist anymore. BRAD if you're looking at this don't worry, I'm redoing it. I know it looks NOTHING like you. I had your likeness and then it... disappeared as I kept painting. Now it's vaguely jersey shore and ugh. So I'm starting over.
But yeah. That was the main failure this week.
So now i'm going to go sleep for the first time in days.