These are a couple paintings that I started as experiments. Whats the point of having a lab if you can’t do laboratory work? The top one started as Bob Dylan in a top hat and spiraled downward to a composite of a couple of ultra weird girls I knew in Austin, TX.
The last two are of the beautiful M dVp. I don’t know why I’m digging Picasso so much lately. I was thinking maybe because Miles Davis wasn’t a painter. But that’s a phenomenal load of horseshit. We know that Miles was a painter. (And Peter Straughan and Tom Gilroy were in bands). Making sense? It isn’t to me either but maybe focus will come later.
But back to the beautiful Parisian girl… Hubba-hubba! What a model and what a great beauty!
I heard a few weeks ago that Don Cheadle got green lighted for a Miles Davis film. Rather than the tired Miles stuff — he’s focusing on the period when Miles stopped playing. When Miles life spiraled downward. He might have enjoyed spiraling with the two Austin downward-ist girls. (They’re still spiraling… Except neither know it).
Starting to sound like a screenplay. Run…