Knives Never Bring Good News
(title is my bastardization of a Bruce Cockburn title: "Clocks Don't Bring Tomorrow, Knives Don't Bring Good News")
12.25" x 12" (oil and acrylic on panel)

Finally I Have Painted something that doesn't suck. The last couple of weeks- this has not been the case. Things just kept gettin' away from me- the way paintings will. My efforts to ward off my bad art mojo seem to have worked. I cleaned my car, my studio and got a new tatoo. I also did a few other things.
After considering carefully, my predicament- taking- of course- into consideration- my dubious potential and my myriad of bad qualities and short comings (and though I am prone to fits of anxiety that may take the form of anything from a frown to a burst appendix)- I have constructed a plan- one which - even in my delicate condition (unemployed artist) can be reasonably achieved. I won't go into details- they would bore you and I don't want to bore you.
What I will say is this: Though- I lack the mystic torque of ambition- I will attempt to rewrite myself.
and if this sounds like the ramblings of a mad woman- I assure you- it is.