Tiki Bingo at Mai Kai featuring the winner, Black Magic. She’s your sweetest friend at midnight and your darkest enemy at 8AM.
Month: September 2015
Progress Report: My Train’s A Comin’
Haven’t we all felt like this at times? The train that was supposed to rescue you, ran off the tracks and you’ve found yourself walking endlessly in the middle of nowhere, lugging your heart around like a dead lead weight.
But, keep walking, there’s a horizon over yonder…
View finished painting on HiFiArtStudio.com
You Spin Me
I obsessively think about art and records as much as a teenage girl thinks about that sheepish boy in class. The one with the sexy hooded eyes and the James Dean swagger. The one who doesn’t speak to her. The one she’s overheard murmuring to his friends about his plans to travel alone, to Alaska.
Progress Report: Adoration
Ahhh the trappings of fame… you think you want it until you get it. My painted comment about the desire for adoration and the unexpected consequences it can unleash.
Final painting on view at HiFiArtStudio.com/adoration.html
Cocktail Hour: Amber Ambitions
Sundays can be a blurry whirl of partaking in last chances before Monday shoves its way in your path. Your drink should assist in the rebellion.
Tattle Tales: Careful What You Wish For
She stood next to him, sucking in the sea air, hoping it would sober her up. What the hell was she doing here?
The people around her were laughing too loudly and the stench of cheap fried food wrapped itself around her face like a chloroform drenched towel.
She groped inside her purse for her lighter. She didn’t even have a cigarette, she just gripped the lighter like it was a rope and she was drifting out with the Atlantic current. What the hell was she doing here?
She squinted in the dimming sunlight and searched the crowd for someone to notice her anguish and rescue her. No one returned her gaze. He gripped her shoulders and angrily looked in her eyes, “Hello, are you even here?!”
Cocktail Hour: Barnacal Bill
The Dude abides. Especially when he’s full of rum and fancy fruity stuff. Three Dots and a Dash (in Chicago) is a cavernous, exotic hideaway, but so dark that my photo of the drink looked like something a serial killer would leisurely sip as he spotted his next target.
“Hey… this rug, that I’m about to roll you up in, really pulls the room together.“
Progress Report: When the Lights are Low
I paint flat. Super flat. It’s my obsession. Why don’t I have an obsession with stock trading and flipping homes in the South of France? Life is weird.
Cocktail Hour: Bunny Hop
Put a little sexy into your weekend. Cheers!
Sketching a dame. She’s sad about some dude. Or maybe she’s sad that there’s still not world peace. Or that she didn’t get the promotion she deserved. But, probably the dude thing. 