Nothing too raunchy, and stay off the face

There's a fine line between art and pornography. Take a look at one of my "Cheerleader with Banana" paintings. Or perhaps "The Ecstasy of St. Theresa"...



which, let me tell you, at fourteen by five, on two panels, is a serious, serious painting and would--and I say this without even having ever been in your living room--look mighty nice over the sofa. $17,000.

That said, the title of this post refers to two things: a) it being what I typically say to people when I hand them a marker just prior to them annotating one of my paintings; and b) the title of an article about me in New York Magazine. Of course I like to say "in New York Magazine" when I, in fact, really mean "on the New York Magazine website."

That said, if you go here right now (and I'm writing this around 10:30 pm), you can read a fun article about The Annotated Fed. The link will also take you to the electronic brochure for my upcoming show.

Note: If, by the time you drag your ass to the New York website, the article has slipped off the front, you can click here to read the thing. But it's more fun to see it on the front page.