My Virgin Brain

I was grabbing some x-rays, getting prepared for making some new paintings in order to balance out the slow-slow-slow-pace of the new drawings . . . actually remember what it feels like to finish something. You can't beat the sense of accomplishment when it comes to motivating your work ethic.

So I'm going through some old stacks of shit, looking for all the right resources for some new work, and I run across some ridiculous old drawings. Pre-pubes the clown stuff, but the same style. It amazes me how utterly fucked-up I was, pre-drugs, pre-life, before I really ever did anything at all. It's so nice to see I was always dirty and inappropriately perverted.