It is with great privilege that I can finally announce a ridiculous art show that I collaborated on with talented painter Bruce White called “Velvetmania.” It truly is spectacular.
Through some magical skill of persuasion that I still don’t understand, I was able to convince Bruce to create a show idea I had - to paint over 35 BLACK VELVET portraits of my favorite old school wrestlers from the 80’s and 90’s, and now the world can see them all in person. Working with Bruce to carefully choose the subjects may have been one of the most exciting experiences I’ve yet to achieve artistically. Imagine my expression when I got to ask him, “Can you Google Giant Gonzalez?” It opens THIS FRIDAY NIGHT, at G1988 (West), from 7-10 PM, and the artist will be in attendance. Each piece is more stunning than the next, capturing the era and personality of each larger than life wrestler perfectly. You won’t know whether to laugh or compare it to the Mona Lisa. From the world renown to the obscure, Bruce & I made sure to depict every legend of the squared circle.
I would love to see you this Friday night at 7308 Melrose Ave in Los Angeles, as even after 10 years of owning a gallery, this may just be the show most connected to my terrible mind - and all produced by the genius Bruce White, widely regarded as the world’s premiere black velvet painter.
SEE YOU THERE. DON’T BE DUMB AND MISS THIS.
What I would give to have a velvet painting of a smarmy Mr. Perfect hanging on my wall.
I’ve been meaning to make this for a while but this post reminded me.
Liu is my Watson
I got into an argument on Facebook a few months back when I said that I preferred Elementary to Sherlock. Watson’s sex, along with the Irene Adler/Moriarty twist, were the most cited reasons for why Elementary was no good (also that it is on CBS, which is a totally bullshit reason). I don’t see why Watson’s sex should matter, but if people want to make it an issue, I think doing so makes the character more multifaceted and is a better use of the Sherlock-in-modern-day theme. I like Martin Freeman too, but Lucy Liu’s Watson is just a much stronger character regardless of gender.
Even though Ted says the mother is the one, he still has doubts and thinks about it from time to time. Sometimes he looks on Facebook, and this girl he went to college with posted an interesting article from the Huffington Post. He stops and thinks, maybe she was the one and I let her pass me by. So, he clicks “like”. The next day, he tells Marshall about it. “But Ted,” Marshall says, “Isn’t your wife the one?!” “Yea, but I also thought Robin was the one. And Victoria. And Stella. And Zoey. And we all saw how those turned out.” Ted never tells his wife any of this. He just lets the doubt fester in his mind. Until one day, the kids have moved out, he’s retired, and it is just him and the person he thought he loved, living a lie of a marriage. All of a sudden the door bursts open. “You’ll never believe this chick I banged last night,” Barney declares as he enters the suburban house.