Yellow, violets, red.

Chopped Mike's locks today. Well, I did the major cutting and Georgia did the rest. All his wizard carnage lay on the salon floor.  Lookin' fresh to death and 10 years younger. Love!

Cannot stop listening to this goddamn song. UGH.

I got a new part time job as a preschool teacher. I'm loving it so much, but I've only been there a month and I got strep throat and a cold from these little sicklings. They are little snot machines.

I'll post more paintings soon, I hope. 

All my love.

Part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time.

Holy fucking perfect. Brought some little tears to my cheeks. So tender.

Hair care.

Some shots of my hair pieces from the group show at Gallery Hijinks by the Warholian.

Blood, sweat and beers.

After almost a month of non stop work, I finally finished the most challenging painting thus far in my career.

"Ten thousand times I thought about it, this time I'm doing it."

Oil and Acrylic on canvas.

28" x 18"

Big ups to my girl Tamara Lichtenstein, who lent me her beautiful photograph.

Xoxo.

Alyson Provax's exact inventories of her wasted time.

Buy some time.

Double exposed land camera shots by Jeff Enlow.

Two from Sketch Tuesday.

by. C. Robert Williamson

Artist in residency:

Monica Cook

Eleven months, two weeks, three days and this morning.

This might be the only picture to exist of me on new years eve.
(Besides some questionable bounce house pictures, but those will most likely not be shared. Yikes.)
6am rained out walk home with Cole!
Wet hair shellacked to my face and neck, wet (fake!) fur hat resembling Einsteins' hair after a good shower, soaking wet boots/jacket/pants/sobriety, but most importantly, motherfucking impeccable red lips.
Thanks MAC, you really pull through for me the once a month I wear you.