
Everyday I get some sort of bad news about the frickin' son of bitch economy. Friends and family being laid off or having their pay cut, magazines closing, big businesses trying to get artists to give them their work for free, all around suckiness. I am normally a very optimistic upbeat person, but each piece of news just makes me more pissed off and cranky.
I have to nip it in the bud before I become a solid bitter crotchity old lady. I am sick of all the crappy stinky shit so I am going to frickin' paint ridiculousness and the economy can suck it. I am escaping into my own ultraman laser art movement. Neo Ultraman Escapism. Whatever. It makes me feel better. Anyway these two paintings represent the sweet laser love between Ultraman and Marcia Brady. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.