I haven't noticed summer because of the ridiculous amounts of rain. Apparently, in Mississippi there has been a drought for as long as we've had all of this freakish precipitation in NYC. I just read this book and I'm feeling dismal about being a part of global warming/the human race in general. I really am not the hippie type and I think Al Gore is a capital d-bag but there is a big problem no one is addressing, save to recycle a few yogurt cups. I wonder if I get my feelings of apprehension of the coming apocalypse from my father's side of the family.
Here's a painting I did. I need to paint more, think less.
Also, Ernie Barnes is really great. I discovered him via this great interview with Judith Linhares.
Ernie Barnes Paintings:
In other news, Vibe Magazine and Nickelodeon Magazine folded. Maybe I should go to grad school and teach kids in rural Mississippi how to make books.