It was a long, sometimes fun, sometimes stressful weekend. One of those kinds that starts with my head in a toilet and ends with my head hiding in a pillow.
Now I’m ready to think about murals on my workroom walls. I’d like to paint one that’s reminiscent of the backdrops in The Wizard of Oz. You know how the road goes off in the distance?
Something to liven up the place.
I’m reminded of the drunken mural I had in my living room in Texas. My friend Andrea G. and I stayed up late drinking and getting our hands all messy and drawing/painting on my wall.
I believe my sister said this was the beginning of the end for me in Texas…
But maybe a mural in Brooklyn would mean something else.