Thursday, June 30, 2011


Last night while I was painting, I sort of had a small epiphany about why there are so many ice cream metaphors floating through painting. At a certain mix and color paint behaves just like ice cream! Makes me want to do a performance painting with real ice cream. Picked up Tardi / Manchette's West Coast Blues through Interlibrary loan, and had it delivered scant blocks from my abode. I heart public libraries.