notes from the Underground.

What I learned at the Met.

I went to the Met today to see the Bacon show again before it closes. After basking in his awesomeness for awhile, I ventured through the paintings of the late greats trying to figure out what they were doing. I've decided that Degas is the greatest figurative painter and draftsman in history. It was a hard decision to make. My close second was Ingres. I also considered Rembrandt, Velasquez, and Sargent and some other guys I can't remember, but Degas overall rips them to shreds. His textures are spot on, he lets paint be paint when it needs to be, and his compositions are way more interesting and challenging. After studying of all these guys, I came home and started working the painting below. It's been painted almost to completion twice now, but it ended up getting painted over cause it really was just not working. The Met has really helped me with some face painting issues I've been having. Sorry about the mysterious shadow but, like I said before, the Florida series is a secret until completion.

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Below is an illustration for a super secret blog that will be launched in the near future. I waited 6 hours to see Dan Deacon, No Age and Deerhunter. The show on the waterfront was moved to Brooklyn Bowl due to rain and became a "round robin." I got myself a wristband and was a lock for the second show which ended up starting around midnight. I was skeptical going in because I waited so fucking long to see the show and I wasn't sure how a round robin was gonna work with these bands. But seriously, best show I've ever been to. No words can describe it. So satisfying. They each just took turns blowing our minds. There was no bullshit and each band played the crowd favorites. As soon as No Age started their first song, the sea split, and I was up at the front slam dancing with the rest of em. I didn't get any vibes that each band was trying to outdo the other, it was more like each band had a different way of engaging the crowd. We became one living organism, which is my favorite experience in concerts. We were one sweaty, heaving, smiling, clapping, dancing, head banging, fist pumping creature. I left the show dehydrated, t-shirt drenched, ears blown out, feet mangled, and spiritually energized. My drawing does not even come close to doing the show justice. I can't believe it was free.

We don't run.