I must paint, I must see art, I must record a whole bunch of rap albums: I am on the path of error and glory.

Living like I just realized I'm an eccentric genius.

I see paintings several times a day and it is my labor and task to create them. Most recently I am painting great swathes of crude bacchanalian revels and the faces of crazed and delirious people.

Drawing people on the subway.

Traveling to look at art and also to look at unlucky peasants who don't have any shoes.

Going out to walk in the woods with my clothes off. I only got one mosquito bite on my dick.

Discussing art, books, movies. Writing in iambic pentameter.
Here is a link to more of my paintings, because I am proud of them.

I am wearing a bright orange dashiki and I have a daffodil behind my ear and a sketchbook under my arm.

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf.
Seven Samurai by Akira Kurosawa.
The band Gojira.
Mangoes.

Five servants and a house in the countryside.

Everything is terribly sharp and beautiful.

The universe is so incomprehensibly vast that it renders all nonsense. How could there be so many stars? It's stupid.

At the MoMA, high, having an epiphany about a Picasso.

I already love you and I'm planning our life together. Hope you like corgis, and doilies with pictures of corgis on them.

You have opinions about art and about books and about the strange things that people do.

You have a big butt, or wide hips, or thick thighs, or all three. Many women on here try to hide it, much to my dismay.

You want to pose for a painting. It'll only take an hour. Hold still and think of England.