Today is crazy, and I’m about to pull outta here screaming. Which, somehow, makes this piece seem even more appropriate.
During the 90’s someone saw me drawing. Unasked, the blonde picked up my bristol pad, kissed it, said “now you can draw me!” and bounced away to her drinking buddies.
Not to be evil or mean, but there was just something about this chick and this just started coming out. The chain, the scary eyes, the earrings, just started oozing out in a way. I joke that I draw what I see, but in this case it kinda just came outta the pen.
This piece has had a strange history of it’s own. It was waterlogged at the Threshold clubhouse during a hideous El Nino (the same storm that killed Virgin Records in Burbank and caused Kim Airs to shut down Grand Opening in West Hollywood). Reclaimed, remounted, and reframed, we used it in the background for the porn horror movie, The New Neighbors, financed by a rock legend named Ed.
During the shoot, the owner of the house we were shooting at went completely off the handle, and nearly trashed the cameras and tapes. He went rampaging in the driveway with a gun, threatening to shoot anyone who came back.
One actress from The New Neighbors is dead, one actor is in jail and the movie itself was pulled from distribution. I’m not sure if the masters still exist.
Currently, she’s stashed in the garage. I can’t claim she’s jinxed or possessed, but this piece does have a creepy past.
Dungeon Net
Hogspy
