Mind out of gutter...

My attention span sucks, but whatdya know...the words "Black Cock: Call for Art" caught it and held for about 2.2 seconds. I can't seem to complete half of the things I do, but boy did I make the effort simply because this band's name is "Black Cock".
I'm: Sad. Pathetic. Crass. Childish. Etc.
I know:|
But it ISN'T actually dirty, guys. They just identify with roosters. Black ones. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Here is my submission for their album artwork. Its doubtful I will win...its not even very original...but it gave me the chance to experiment with some different materials, including my beloved glass balls!
I will also be posting on www.rarebirdart.blogspot.com just to make sure my black cock gets seen. Oh stop!

*If you would like to attend the gallery showing and party for the band at Mohawk this Thursday July 9th starting at 8, please RSVP to rsvp@blackcockrock.com
There will be free food and drinks and a DJ and other goodies....plus Black Cock art, yay! These guys are loud, a little punk, a little electronic...super nice peeps too:)

Revamped for the Good Ol' KACC

So I'm entering one of my paintings into this member show in Kerrville...because my mom insists upon it...otherwise, I'd just let them all gather dust.

I decided I needed to push myself a bit and make one of my more recent paintings have a bit more bite to it.

I swallowed my fear and went at it. Is it better? Worse?

I'm going to go into its explanation in another post. I'm going to finally open up and spill the beans on my meanings and intentions on this one(something I typically won't do)...but for now, it means whatever you want it to mean...if you want it to mean anything at all.