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When ever the first rolls around i am going on Spartan training no beer or fat food and i am going to be training alot, gettng back in shape,

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my new ebay purchase, EB Ott, man i love this guys work , it is so bad its put into a a catigory of its own
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this is a clock painting, by she'Xemel?? (sp) outta Beaumont, i got it off ebay to tthe couple who made this is real famus inthe folk art circut, said they ain't painting any more.

tales of 96 fall
cont,,

One of the other funny things Kat reminded me of was Curtis's ex gilrfriend Alishia, Man, she was a piece of work, there should be a book or studie on the lives of ex tiddy dancers. what kinda additude they develope about life and what not?, Kat appartly did it when she was underage, somehow, bailed out of a rural house kinda like Anne Nicloe, and forged some fake id and eventualy blew up a year or two the job, (to much partying) . but Alisia did it for a lifestyle until she was just unemployable, meaning lost her looks, , Getting to know her threw Curtis and listening to Curtis complained about her was amazing the utter lack or reality of money and responciblity, its like she never grew up , and everything was free, if they shake their ass or something., , kinda like if you were a teenage gril already spoil rotten and you found out you could make alot of money basicly partying and doing drugs, and when ever you needed money your like the little bewitched character "here let me shake my money maker!" i could see how you would fall into the trap of never being accountable to anyone,
which was a struggle for Alishia, she had no idea of doing a job? or work,. it was sad to say the least, watching a woman in her mid thirtys comming to grips with a job and wondering why curtist isn't being a good john.
I think Kat was dealing with a additude ajustment, and she sorta ran away, thats how she ened up here,. she was 24-25, i think.

But it was fun having here around an explosive, yet fun .,
Kat whiped up a body of chicken art work, much to the amazement of jeff who distained amature work , (when i find it i will post some of it on the site). And she hung out for the week, but her time was drawing to a close.,

cont

Bear in tree,
done by the P.Chambers, here is a link to there site

i am now getting anxious to leave,
the next month is going to be a challlege, its the first time on the chickendeadchicken, site i will be away from the computer, so i am going to have to set up some other way of doing all this, load phots etc,
cause the show must go on!

tales from fall 96

"Have you ever consider working with chickens?"
i said after looking over the drawings she did,
"no i hav'n't would you show me, ?" in a kinda rolling laugh
"oh my God!" Paul said as he left the table , "you gots to be fucking kidding."

"Yeas my dear, chicken paintings is a serious art and i am a practitioner of it, with my guildance you might be able to paint one good chicken,."

So we went out to my shed/garrage, it was funny and a bit stand off-ish cause she knew i was gonna try and make moves on her or something , but we just talked, i was more curious how she go to the point of being here at our house,. Kat realising this isn't about sex or anything, just talked about the presures of backat her home, apparently she was running away from her folks who were keeping her two kids, she tryed to maintain a job but reacently got fired, and was on this running away fit, her ex husband had to take over the job of the kids and she was free to do as she wanted, so to speek, it was an odd story , she was a hairdresser, and an ex tiddy dancer, who hit rehab,then married devoreced and with two kids outta it, ite was like sobering someone one up to go to work, or at least be responcible. but here spirt was sorta like an ichy maniaic stuck in party mood,. but nice and agreeable.
The drawings she did were funny, badly done but had some kinda white trash humor behind them perfect outsider art,
As the next day came around Kat knew she could stay with me, even know we slept together, (no sex it was too cold and plus she was a bit wierd).
we talked about art, i told her with her with a background yours you could actualy sell some of these things and get a name,

so the funny thing is
She started acting like the good little conservative chicken apprentice painter's chicken, sorta fell into the roll in order to appease me or something, so the next day she echoed me like a pro'fet .,
the house was stunned, as she was painting chickens alll the next day and now openly bullying jeff and paul , about chicken art,
"Master George told me cause you don't paint chickens and haven't achieved a chicken enlightment your work is stuck and unchickend thats why you can't paint! Jeff when are you going to paint chickens!" so cried out laughing Kat,

"this is bull shit!" said Jeff

"Oh my God , george you brainwashed that chick to get laid!" , 9at least that was the rumers were,.)

One thing she knew how to do was act, and of cource my payment was for her to stay at my place, for a while , i didn't mind so much, it was interesting listening to her wild stories and it was plus driving everbody nutz.!
by that next evening , i had kat braggin about how she got the privalage of shaving my back, .. and informing paul and jeff how infior they were for not painting chickens.

cont.,

Another piece of good news i am trading a bunch of paintings for a large scultpure piece by Stu, he is going to make my tombstone piece, outta limestone, a life size waist up shot of me with out a shirt holding a chicken in one hand and a cleaver in the other, it will stand about ten feet talk, and have a pedistol mounted in my back yard,. , like a Roman God ! Wow!, so if San Marcos is ever hit with an neuclar bomb my statue will be one of the only things standing!
vin vie vicci Tejas el grande!!

cont
story fall 1996

from what we all figured out Kat was homeless where did she come from whats her storie? What was funny was she would go along with about anything and make up these wild storyies about any subject you happen to mention.
Jeff wasn't speaking to her, and he came out to my room,. and cried
"what are you doing i don't want her here she is freaky!"
"oh no jeff, Kat is fun we are going to help her out and we told her to stay a while, "
"my God you cann't do this fucking george!"
After last night i think jeff was going to make sure Kat didn't break the door down so he sorta disipeared for the evening. You see our house is so fucking messy that even if someone wanted to stay over you could find a place to sleep cause of all the crap laying around. So as the night hours drew on, Kat came back and as i rember it was cold too, Everybody wanted to know who was Kat going to hit on she knew by now what the gig was , it was either me , phil or paul, but paul was staying on the futon, in front we already had anther guy crashing here, of yea Carl was here to the ex bassist for the Spiders. but he wasn't around at the time,.
so the hours were drawing to a close, . Getting to know Kat was funny she had her own sence of comical fuckup and knew she was alot to deal with , she also drew and painted, which apon looking at them i realised she would be a perfect candite for Yard Dog this bitch was the real deal, and a really screwed up life to back it up,
I kept quiet till now and she started to realise i painted chickens alot,. humm

At the time being i started preaching the chickens, meaning all the art problems some one would have would be answered threw painting and lookng at chickens, having a chicken consceinness, etc, it was so unbarribale to guys like Jeff, (here is link to his new site) and Drek (the guy i am going down to SA with) that they just ignored it but were amused at peoples reaction to how much they hated me when i pullled the chicken routine on other artists around town, trying to perswuade them to paint chicken, i had another whole routine tellin my buddies that if everybody painted something like a religious icon over and over you might be able to inmpress some people like a chicken cult , but they weren't falling for it, they had ther own interagraty over such matters,. but were amused at how many people thought i had "sold out" or was and asshole or crazy.

So as the evening grew later and it felt colder, me and paul and phill were sitting in the kitchen, and Kat was there, humm
"so george thats interesting art your making?"
my responce
"Has anyone ever showed you how to really paint a chicken " in a low and measured way of talk"

cont..

whats up chicken butt!

some more heads were smashed off the fence about four, and its funny i had a dream about this, but in the dream they end up stripping the whole thing down to nothing, funny the coiwincident,. also in the dream i chase this real tall skinny guy to his aprtment,
funny
when i get over to SA, i am going to figure out how to cut metal and make these fuckers permante! the chicken heads on my fence, may even do it up a bit, i don't mind them being attacked cause i can sell them, right on ebay, for about 30$
funny how it works that way

Cont tales from fall 96

the wonderful smell, ,
couldn't be more amusing as when jeff got back he said,
"man , where is that chick, in a sorta hung over panic way, the bitch wouldn't shut up i just said, fuck it and went to sleep , when did she leave?"

"oh jeff,.., Kat is great we love Kat , she hung around the house, we had coffee she got to tell us about her life, " i said in this sorta joyful sing song smile.

"oh man ! you cann't keep her here, she is wack! man, she is wack! "

and then from under the car port,
"Hi guys! jeff your awake!! i was worryed about you all night, you sleep so heavy!! hahahahaha!"
He just walk off looking at the ground smoking another cig, she hung around for the evening and apparnently, she and jeff went to the Triple Crown for some music, . it was like watching a suspence movie, so we sat around till the time the bar closed, one thirty or so,.
and sure enough there she was in out kitchen, just haning with the boys , jeff went out the garrage and (from what we found out later locked his door)
so she was turn out on to the street like a lost kitten, so it was me and paul and ( oh hell that right Drek!) and phil, we sorta sat around out of amusement like who was she gonna try to play musical chairs with i sorta kept out of it, but she first went for drek
, walked into his room and started talking to him,
"so drek you have alot of books here,,,,
you like to read?"
"Yea"
"any on sex?"
drek was reading something not wanting to participate in the openly junivial acts of playing with a desperately slutty women,
"yea kat i am reading , here is a book its called the Bible go out and read it" and he esxorted her out on to the couch and sat her down wit with paul.
now paul was an expert! too smooth, and kat needed some one a bit more emotionaly handicape when it comes to dealing with women,
so she got up and
appartly bashed in the door handel to jeffs door and got on top of him, what happen next jeff will never talk about to this day,
(as matter of fact if he reads this, the george ass whoppin meter goes up a couple of naches the next time he sees me , good thing most of the folks i write about don't have the pations to ready my blogg, hahahah you fuckers!)
ahh but joking aside
there she was the next moring hamming it up with the boys
"oh yea kat, i understand your trying to get a job and an apartment, sure , its ok to stay here, your cool"

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I saw one of my buddies over in the reception Stu!,
click for linkhe went to school with me at SWT, he was a sculpter , one funny story about him was he is sorta a redneck jock type but started painting all these Starwars theamed paintings like droids as BQQ pits and action poses , ( this was before the the nintys fourth StarWars movie came out,). He was just a big fan and thougth it was cool!, they were big loudly painted paintings, the department hated them and thought they were highschoolish, i loved them of cource, . but the art profs thougth they did'nt belong in a "college setting" and when his larg boba fet was trying to be put up in the college gallery in a student show , there were som open skawling going on.
little did they know that, in the next five years all the flood of urban hiphop graf artist into media culture would like the whole StarWars deal and make it ok to do this, funny how it works this way inthe "art" world.
I used to joke all the time with the profs up there there, the painting they just goooed theselves over from this fucked up goth girl, would take on a differnt meaning if thay cute little blond head sortity girl had done it,
"no never this is about art you asshole"
"sure it is?"

cont on house storie fall 1996

"Who the fuck is this?"
Her name was Kat sorta a robust pale jerky fat grunge girl, and haveing the capiblity to explode ant any moments in an hysterial laughing fits, self prepelled by her own jokes.
We sat there in awe and disbeile who is this like a late nit majical after bar fairy here to entertain us, (cause now we were to poor and lazy even to got the bar to have fun)
She went on about how she meet this artist jeff and she heard about the house, of artiists,
"and are you the guy that paints chickens" "cool!!!"
From what we figured out jeff had picked her up from the bar and he went in to his room and passed out or soemthing, he wasn't around, so she , sat up talk and then mossied out to the garrage,.

Well to all us boys we got together and started gossiping live outtacontrol schoolgirls on who just became a slut or something, the house gets alot more exciteing when some babe shows up, the air liten up. Well the next morning there she was cause i could here her laughin all the way in the house, around the breakfast table, !
Jeff wasn't around.
he bolted early for school so we had coffee and listen to here wild stories about
famous artist and rockstars she knew like she date kurt kobains brother or she almost in an art magazine or she was part of this lost tribe of rednecks, humm
pretty funny for a 23 year old,
the storied got louder
she lelt that afternnon, her car was this complact fill to the brim with closths and toys and old boxs, and the fount seet looked like ther must have been a months worth of fastfood trash on it,
and the smell was wonderful.

brief storie on chicken paintings

1995 aug-2005-aug
what happen?

well i would have writtin yesterday but the computer went on the blitz, these cordless hubs arn't that reliable at times
the reception went well, for what little promotion i put in on it, it was like none other i have had before, thats for sure! candidly i did great
and now
we are down to the last week,
what to do?

man its bloody hot out, like houston heat humid
i hav'nt done much outdoors things, just looking at my Romans

Ol chicken paintings
one thing i sold alot of or whats rest of them is this old primative chicken paintings, 96-97
humm whats a good storie related to them,, ahhh
how about the sotry abotut whacky house hoes showing up ,
i got about a week to kill this storie

where did it all start?
Back in past entrys a fellow artist friend Jeff B lived here, He went to the bars a lot, and lived in this very nasty garage next to my building, converted it over to look some what livable, well that fall of 96 , in the heat of chicken painting production the house was in a swell of freedom having us boys as owners, kinda like owning your first car, knowing you can wreck it just for the fuck of it, . So every square inch of this place had a odd buddy squatting on it,.
Well on night after the bar, (triple crown) late at night
Me and Phil and Paul were sitting in the front room , an we heard someone come into the house, from the back you could hear them walk slowly threw the room,
“who is that, we all thought looking at the open door”
Maybe some babe? Or something..
This sorta robust blond woman with a zany looking face and having all the enthusiasms of a crack whore came a walking around the corner real slow with here mouth wide open in the expression of utter amazement and out right shock
Gasping for air , she said
“Are you artists?!?!”

A long pauses, and pointing here fingers in between her large tits
“I; -am--- an --- arrrrtist --- toooo” it this real loud, half hysterical half cheer

we sat there with eye brow raise
who the fuck is this?

To be continued

shuting the system down

well i know when i am burned out when ever i put ever thing away and start to break out my Romans
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and about to be done rounding up the stuff for the Classic Tatoo show, going to be smoking a bunch of chicken!
(not my babys of cource)

Its been a while since I started my 54mm plastic and metal ancients war game, like tournament battles with toy soldiers,. I have been playing the game oh since 01, when I started to get on lone here at the house. I think that’s when the house went to the net. Breaking out and playing with little toy soldiers was a past time that’s superseded art way back in the past, next to art comes this ,. These types of games with toy solders, its been the only thing to occupy my mind in the or take my mind off stresses like a day dream of sorts,
The way the game work is simple you have two armies that battle it out on the is 4x8 plywood table here in my studio, and I would stress this is a game with rules and dice, its like role playing with character on both sides, know the characters are people I have known over the years so I have an idea on how they might act in a battle and relate to there troops along with other people in the team. The game is very slow, I like it that way it takes time to work up the drama that make the game exciting , now the dram is me daydreaming about who the guys might act and build there army based on the past battle the dynamics of the last battle, as explained from a various voices I here off the documentaries like A&E crime stories etc , I have about 10 teams total, I consider it a healthy distraction and its also adds a balances other than art,.
I am in the process of cleaning up some of the troops and revising the rules so to speak, they are always involving, .
One of the things this Ancients style war game has always thought me was the capability to play, what does it mean? playing with toys?
I remember quiet clearly when I could not play with toys some where around junior high, I truly loved to play with toy back when I was a kid savored it, I remember after super going to my room and locking the door and say "lets have a battle!" and busting out all my Civil war toys and carrying on for hours, it was serous business back then.
So from time to time it comes back to me and on the side I break out the troops and conduct a battle that’s been going on for years now, this mass tournament of Roman warfare.
one funny note,
I had this person come and do a write up for there school about what kind of art I do and became intrigued about the war game, and started to put the game into the paper, I told them that this is not art, but being from an art school they thought everything and artist does is some act of being arty or performing to a crowd,. they suggested my war game was about the absurdity of the Iraq war and middle east and the Military war Machines etc, I said " no no it has nothing to do with this this isn't art its a game, people play with this stuff for fun!" but I think it fell on deaf ears and only temped them into becoming more interested in it going so far as to video taping me play the game , rolling dices and talking to myself over the dynamics of the battles and the drama of the risks at stake for both sides etc, I get real worked up over a battle, and don't like to be disturbed.
I never saw the end results of the paper they did, but I guess in the art world's persistence to be different playing with toysiders isn't so ordinarly, no "liberal"artist would ever take the time to developed this "hanis act of childlike war monglering" as I had one person put it.
ahh fuck it!
lets have a battle!

two ol' devils

"Two old devils whittle away at this thing they call man"

last two weeks

all the chicken are doing fine
honey bee is producing eggs, and loves blueberrys

well this is the last two weeks here and i have been trying to figure out exactly what to do in regards to paintign etc when i get over there, or mainly how to operatr chickendeachicken, i think that i am going to just do a more thrural job in laying out the projests and sets go where i left off, something like PFAs oldmasters paintings and abstactions i could see,

so whats there to do?
clean up and get alot of this crap outta here,!

still out there

well its now commig down to the last two weeks here, and i am ready for a change

I have been collecting all the work over the last five years for this show over at this tatoo place, sounds like its goin to be fun! an all day affair basicly , there is going to be about 30 plus paintings in the space.
My mind is in a wierd fuzz, like the expectations of a race about to happen, i really just need to stop painting for the next two weeks and play with my Roman soldier War games, to just get my mind off art biz etc
I have also been writting up whats been going on over the last ten years here in san marc, breaking down all the odd storys and art patterns, in to this like auto biography, one reason for ercting this site is sorta the vain reason to write out what going on in my activitys and see if anybody finds it entertaining, and hell look at that counter! some one is getting on the site, ,
its hot a crap out,

when i get over to SA, i will be out of my elemnt, a bit differnt than a West Texas Desart , it will be the first time i have lived in a big city, so we shall see what stones i turn over

mind flights

man its hot out!
everything has grinded to a halt here at the studio, I am still making works on paper,
one interesting note, well I went and saw crazy matt, or I might say squiziodfrinia mat now, I got a letter from him he is in the county jail, so I paid him a visit, its official and tragic, cause he won't admit he has problems, its like his personality is on the fritz and your listening to him do the mind free for all about what’s happening to him or his thinking, with all my readings about the diseases he has all they symptoms, the only thing I could relate to this is when I got stoned a lot back ten years ago, I wouldn't "relax" so to speak but go threw the same sorta bewilderment an squiziosfriic might have, I don't trust weed anymore, and hell forget acid or some shit like that, I will take the advice Nick gave me "we see what your like on weed forget acid" I don't think most people realize what is like to have reality and imagination mixed fueled by some introverely deep dark passion about something, usually your childhood., When these two things become one, your in for a ride, you have no control anymore, reality is the byproduct of reasonable thinking,. imagination isn't real you believe you created it like a fish in a fish bowl, but when once blurred, when you feelings are real its subject to any impulse of thought,

like the metaphor for the white elephant,
I heard this good story once about thought control
there was this sorcerer and he was training his apprentice how to do this trick , he said "in order for this trick to work , you mind has to be clear of everything, can you do this? "
"Sure" said the apprentice "that’s sounds easy"
"Well one word of warning once your mind is clear , and this is important , don't think of pink elephants" said the sorcerer
"sure"
Well after trying to execute the trick, repeatedly and failing the apprentice came back and said
"I know I can do this trick , but why did you have to warm me of the pink elephants, if you would have never have told me that I would have never have thought about that particular thing, and I would have had a clear mind"
ete etc
I would imagine squitziods have the same simular problem,
its like you lose control of what your mind can do.

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Drek "voice of God"

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J. Derrick Durham
Time Lord: The Secret Life of Sarkov
C*ART
1426 W. Craig
S.A. TX 78201
"show up for over a month"

this is the guy i am going to be moving in with Drek Durham the voive of God Sarkov , the instalation was based around the alter ego of Sarkov , something Dreks toyed with threw out the years, it was his cartoon pen name and also the lead character in his band "Duma", he was the leadsinger,.
All along the white picket fence there were video instlations you could see threw a , a peephole threw the fence and you can see this video looped of Sarkov doing various things,( but most reflectd his observation to the viewer) the first peephole i saw was the on in which he was taping us thur the fence, a mini cam quarter poited at the viewer.
thee is one in which he is making paper airplanes and dropping them on the headless guy beneath him, one wher ehe is shooting up drugs and eating., ver all i like the instalation its defiantly Drek, and kudos for the fences, one thing we both love is forts and structures,
the central piece the one on all the the jpegs is Sarkov doing all these hypomotism wrestler moves like and evanlaists, .

as for crittiqualism , when i told Drek i was going to write something up on it, my style of thinking about art is more discriptive less judgmental, or artty, plus i have the bennifits of knowing Drek for 12 years,. so i look at it as a profil of sorts, really all art is personality, you cann't exscape it,.
Hannging out at the opening it reminded me of the art speek i would here from time to time, one of the impression i get is "why do artist sound like scientists?"

The lay out of the instaltion was very much Drek , uniform, in line straight, iconic, to a degree, he is getting into these "golden dawn madallas op art" Types of things, real slick, and plasticly colorful,.

I would say this is one of his major art productions of his career, a statemant of the core of Sarkov.

The space said "C*art wit was one of the best run outs yet,.

last weeks storm

a prephoto of the storm that hit late dusk, i am in my studio right now just trying to pull together all these odd ball projects for this going away sale, over at this tatoo place Classic Tatoo, i am going to be get rid of alot of stuff cheep
email me for detials, the show is late this month,

studio

well this is the status of the studio,
last night i tryed to drink some and paint, just cann't do it, i am burned out to a degree plus look at this mess!

i have got to straighted some things out here, and start looking ito what i have to do,

two works form Marathon

these two paintings were over in Brenham, made out in Marathon,(2002) i still have alot of work over in Evans gallery, need to revamp what they have and make a new chickenhead building for James, humm some new projects for this fall,.

July countdown

the Brenham paintings
still not complete yet,?

Well this marks the last week left in July before the big move over there,

last weekend i went to this wedding , and hung out with one of my old buddies thomas, i credit half of my developent just with dealing with thomas's drama when i grew up,. He was like obsessive compulsive type, a bit paranoid and always out on the mack for women etc, (thats who organised the Hooters batchler party), but back in highschool we shared this same obsession, Toy soldiers and GI Joes. yes thats right !
I was a toy nerd back in school, so was thomas until he discovered he couldn't get laid with abounch of Joes arranged on his shelves and had all the vehicals strung out in his room,.
Thomas was alot to handle back in highschool, he could do or get into problems i counldn't ever imagine,.
In retrospect humor could only exisit in the company of seriously dramatic folks

The obsesive collecting deal came from this focused invy of each others toy soldiers, in the begining ( particularly Marx's Civil War toys) in junior high we amasses a colection of these figures and were always trying to trick each other out of the toys, Thomas was extreme about it going to any hieghts to try an get me to give him at least one figure, or trade. he had ways to conjure up passions of jealiousy i never felt before,. some primal male crap about not letting the other guy get the upper hand in all this, We went to blows over who stole what from who and who had the most awsume figures, ( cause they were rare),
Even on to GI Joes, our minds could surf for hours over the visualiations of the figures .
listening to Thomas on the way to and from the Weddding , is like listening to this endless monaloge about bitchs, lovelost , and crap we have collected over the years. It reminds me of a time when building the ultimate colection was all that mattered, nothing rivaled, the ownership of this stuff, i mean nothing!
I used to collect figures (militay miniatures like toy soldier) right outta highschool , i rember the only thing that mattered to me when i graduwated highschool was getting a job to pay off the figures mail back orders i wanted to get, that was it, that all that mattered. i got into painting them up and putting my colection in this glass case, in some sences this is where my art training began, When i got over to Alvin Junior College, i switched hobbys to art cause well simply put it was to damn expencive to buy figures when your a bagger at a grocerystore, now facing rent etc, painting pictures was fun plus there were people into painting pictures, called an art dept at the junior college, its just like a hobby store where a bunch of model geeks get together and obsesses over who's model is the most detial, yea thats what it is !
nope!
instead i was in a classes with the same kinda folks who couldn't stand me in highschool either, cool hipster aritists types, but this time, being outta school , and not growing up from grdae one on who was coll and who wasn't it was like a clean slate, , kinda like a track race,. its about production and a insain zeal to invision what you like in your imagination on to the canvas,
of cource my taste at the time revolved around horror movies and Pornos babes so i made paintings like this, but very badly,

ahh but thats a whole nother story

one of the more funny extremly wierd and private moments ohh about eight years ago when thomas moved over to San Marc, he was about to get a new job (grocery), and he found out i was still into collecting joes, after ten years outta highschool, ( we went our seperate ways) i started buying odd plastic soldiers and what ever joes etc at junk stores etc, but he found out after all this time i was still into them , which set him loss in this mind flight to exscape his wife's bulshit, so we went around to fleamarkets trying to rebuild our joe colection again, ( back in highschool he sold his entire colection at a garrage sale to prove to me he was cool and didn't play with toy anymore, he went so far as to show all his buddies i had joes and made many attepts to try an unlay me infront of hot babes in highschool , to disassoiate from this geekness , i did't give a fuck the ashole just surrended his entire collection! that idiot! )
Well after all these years i still had them and it turned on a switch with him,. he was already broke as is with three kids and a wife who thought she was still living in a English horce ranch, (avoid women who own horces!!!) and just recently moved to San Marc in their new economicly agusted trialer park. So his mind went for the joes as a santurary of sorts.
well i bring this up to show a moment where after about a year we both had a sizeable Joe collection and some how we got together on in the backwoods of Lockhart he knew some who had some property and layed out our intire colection of tanks artillery figures and planes, all the toys were old and used , each and every figure was layed out on this old mildues 4x8 plywood table, each figure with its orginal guns,. It was like amasing a alter of this unbeliveable site, we both knew that if anybody happen to walk up they would go, "what what the fuck is that, and orginal Snake Eyes with all it weapons and is that a Sears Crimson Tank! oh my God!"
Yea thats right, we gottem!!!
we sat there in our bedazzel geeked out glaze wonder where et could all lead.
of cource it lead to thomas devorce and for me i had to get back to paint pictures, thats my career right, lets just go from one pathic obsesion to another
ahhh
enough is enough,

some art poster , made in ElPaso , by D Hodges