so that's it... frank's year in paint is officially over. i'm ahead of schedule.

so now i'll take a couple weeks off from painting...and start into the new show that i'm doing.

i'm not sure that i accomplished what i thought i would...but i think at the very least i became a little better painter because of it... and, for good or bad, painting is essentially all i want to do now...

and i may have gotten the itch to end one part of my career and begin another.

if you look very closely, you'll indeed see a giant toothbrush in with the rest of the paintbrushes...i put in there for a very good reason---the reason being that i had nowhere else to put it...

i'm sure there are some out there that do not consider digital underground old school...

tomato, tomahto as far as i'm concerned...

i still know all the words to this--- i defy anyone to NOT bob their head to this gem--- it's physically impossible so why resist?

back in the day, when friends let friends wear neon and ugly pants called skids (basically pajama bottoms) were the latest thing, there was milli vanilli.

this cong came on the radio this morning during my commute and i remembered how good these guys couldn't sing...enjoy

the only thing cooler than barry white is a bucket of ice...

rest in peace baby...

a friend of mine and his girlfriend once had an apartment in this house. that had to of been at least 14 years ago. a lot of good happy times were had in that house. i lost touch with him not long after the fun ended.

strolling through my hometown last saturday morning, i walked past this house and i smiled.