It's 4:09. Remind me to tell you about the epiphanal moment of clear thinking related to the Cheerleader with Banana series I had on the F Train this afternoon, somewhere around Smith and Ninth Streets. It all makes sense now.
On July 4th, 2006, I embarked on a quest to become the pre-eminent American portrait painter of the 21st century. This blog chronicles that journey. With apologies to Joan Didion, I call it THE YEAR OF MAGICAL PAINTING.