After an evening of mermaids, sea-cows, back-woods bars and pressure to drink too much, I wasn't inspired to paint. Instead I finished off a roll of masking tape (yes, back to Lowes I go) to create a crackle effect on the background of Phat Daddy. Can you say tedious?
Anyway, I must transform myself from being a grung-like artist into public artist. Sorry Craig, think I'll forgo the jeans. They all are covered in paint now. It's off to Georgetown this afternoon. See you there (yeah, yeah, yeah, I know...it's a long drive from Quebec, Detroit, and London...).
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