Depeche Mode and peanut butter.

That’s what my evening has amounted to. Depeche mode and peanut butter. Skippy. At this moment, life is particularly good.
Music for the Masses runs a close second as my favorite album to the Depeche Mode 101 2-CD set. Granted, when I bought it when I was in high school, I owned it in cassette tape form. Cassette tapes are my generation’s 8-tracks. I seem hell-bent on aging myself as of late. But if I’m gonna do it, Depeche Mode is a kick-ass-right-on hell-yeah-muthafuckah way to do it.

And the peanut butter? The peanut butter is incidental. As is the grapefruit juice with which I wash it down.

Life, as I said, is particularly good.

So, here is the painting I have been working on; the canvas size is 24″ X 24″ and will be completely filled with the following pattern:

And yes, this image is to scale. Granted these are the beginning stages so it’s a bit shaggy; later I will go in and paint the white and refine the lines. So I’m looking at confirmed mental disorder status by Halloween. This painting is tedious, maddening, monotonous, utterly time-consuming, and bad for the eyes and my lower back.

I love his stuff!

This painting is my kind of shit. Heh-yeah.

I’m going to bed now. I have to get up at 4:30 A.M.

Voulez-voulez-vous too damn early.