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You know, it is bittersweet to give up my art studio, but honestly I needed a change.

Temporarily I will paint in my apartment. My apartment is bright and sunny with plants everywhere and a fountain. Maybe my art will improve from the influence.


I'm excited about being in a better place emotionally to produce art. It has been a year of much unhappy mourning and I'm looking for something lighter. Luckily, I own a couple hairballs to harrass me.

Auction

In about two weeks I go to the gay erotic auction in which I donated art. It should be interesting seeing my drawing of myself masturbating on the block for folks to buy--and hopefully, they will announce the title of the piece on the loud speaker: "While I masturbate". All in all, I'm not sure how to feel about the rest of the work people put in. Historically, I feel the only person who was able to make "good" erotic art without it being bad taste was Schiele. Otherwise, there's something very campy about it.

Oral sex

In town there's an "oral sex" art show coming up. Nothing about this is original. Porn-art is like really bad comedy: Swear words and raunch are relied on to thrill to distract from the fact that there aren't real jokes. Porn art is simply meant to club you on the head. After you've been clubbed you realize nothing has been said: It's for attention-whores.

But speaking of attention whores, I've been asked to make art for a "Fairy auction"--homoerotic art sold for a cause! It should be fun. I've discovered that any opportunity to show art has been fun. Too bad most people are cheapskates--at least in San Francisco. Here is an example of one piece: