Francis Bacon has nothing on me, Volume 2

Here's a picture of my newly organized studio.



I have a walking tour as well, but it's late and it takes too much time to touch it up, add titles, post it to u-tube and then pull it back onto the blog. I'll do it tomorrow.

Also for tomorrow, remind me to tell you about what happened when one of those cheap fucking styrofoam (I'm not capitalizing it, not matter what Tom Wolfe says) plates broke open and pink paint spilled all over my portrait of Ken Lewis.

Not to give too much away, but proof positive of the existance of God. Is all I'm saying.