It was another day at the cafe today, where hardly anyone noticed that I had two tables filled with art, and in full production.
     "I don't know how to break these people," I thought to myself.  "At the bar, they buy because they are drunk.  At the cafe, they ignore me.  Maybe it is the lighting."

     Anyway, I'm listening to 'Attack of The Clones' audiobook.  I want to hear all the bad dialogue between Annakin and Padme in book form.  It is truly terrible.  What was George thinking?  He needed some peer review on that one.

     I sold one of my favorite napkins last night, entitled 'Pigf***er.'  haha.  I don't know if Blogger would appreciate me putting that image here.  It depicts a dinosaur copulating with a pig.  I will have to post this on my 18 and up blog.  I wouldn't want to corrupt any young minds, though mine was completely corrupted by corporate advertising.

     I am sitting here drinking a beer at one in the afternoon.  It gets discouraging to go into the cafe day in and day out only to have little or nos response from people.
     Mostly my cafe time is dedicated to getting ready for the night.  I do touch-ups on my pieces.  Sometimes they get banged up a little when I carry them around on my bike.
     Today, I was trying to figure out how to make the paintings I had available for sale better.
     "You never know what people will like," I reminded myself inside my head.

     Meanwhile, I watched a 'Felix The Cat' cartoon from 1927 where Felix gets drunk, and his wife is waiting for him at home, pacing with a rolling pin, ready and anxious to hit him.

     I don't recommend anyone being an artist.  It is too hard.  There is little reward.  It is time consuming.  Your social contacts will vary.  In addition, if you are anything like me, you will have paint all over your clothes.

     Well, let's see if there are any pictures to post that would be interesting for me or the viewer...

     This painting sold, I can't remember for how much.  I did it on the spot.  I think I got $8 for it, haha.


    

     I've become interested in online selling recently simply out of necessity, and it is how the world works now.
     I'll never be able to have a decent living situation unless I start bringing in some serious bank.
     Anyway, I have sold stuff as a result of facebook.  It happened just by accident of me just normally posting pictures of my art.
     Then I found it easy to do chat with my customers.  Also easy was them sending ,me money, and me sending them the art, keeping in communication throughout the whole process.
     It also worked good because it was through friends, and people I know.
     So, it is good to get to know people.  Who lnows?  They may buy your art.
     People who don't like me much never buy my art, haha.  I have found this to be pretty much true.

     In addition, I like to sell to people I know because at least the artwork 'stays in the family'.

     Some people won't buy from me unless they see my art looking cool in somebody's house.  Then they say, "Hey, I want some art, too!"
     Humans are just like that sometimes.

    

     I don't know if I've posted these pictures on this blog or not, and I'm too lazy to look...

      I seem to scare people when I don't shave.

      A dog's life, just basking in the sun.  Some people think that dogs are really smart, but many of them will eat vomit.

      These paintings are currently in a doctor's office.

      They have received a very good response.

      I'm thankful that the cafe lets me paint in there.

      I try to paint in my studio, but no one is around, and I get so bored and lonely, I can't paint alone anymore.

      I had to jump on the Bart train to buy these.  I think they cost $22 a piece.  I was paid in advance to buy them.

      Bare, white canvasses can be intimidating, but the idea is to just start painting, and don't worry about it.

      My paintings can end up having twenty layers of paint on them.

      It is fun to start a painting, though, because of all of the possibilities.

      It does end up being work, though, most of the time.

      The idea is to just do it one step at a time, and not be so over-whelmed.

      Always good to have a toy cow around.

     This is not the finished painting.

     This Gene Simmons painting sold for $80.

     I don't know what to say about this painting except that I had fun painting it.

     Death is a constant theme for the artist, because, as you know, the artist's work is worth more after he or she is dead.
     Then collectors pounce on the artwork like kittens lapping up milk.

  

     It's always interesting for the artist to note differences between female and male anatomies. 

     "My Goodness!" is all I have to say about the girl.  I don't have anything to say about the guy's crack.

    

     I wonder what it would look like to put these three pictures in an animation loop.  I might have to try that.

     I'm more interested in seeing old movies than the new ones these days.

    

     Let's face it, I started selling a lot more art when I started drinking.

    

     Art sales helps to fund my drinking.

     Women love Darth Vader.  Both of these drawings were sold, and I hadn't even finished them.

Daddy drinks because you cry

     This is an acrylic painting of Alex from 'Clockwork Orange' with a napkin art situated on it.

     Hello.

     I'm in my new art studio, and really loving it.

     Anyway, I am not supposed to live here, so I was thinking of creating a fake address where I can say that I reside at.

     This is the address that I wrote on the side of a door.  It is next door to the bar I frequent every night.  It is where I sell my art.

     I actually stand here every night to have a cigarette, so in a way, I do live there, whatever that means.

     I live everywhere I go.

     I don't know, we'll see what happens.

     I don't know if you've heard, but San Francisco is very expensive to live in.  I even heard of a lawyer who had to have two roommates.

     That is ridiculous.

     I don't know how I will ever afford a real place to live in.

     Wish me luck.

     Hello.  I am all moved in to my new art studio, and I have all of my computers set up.
     What is nice is that I have one keyboard that I enjoy typing on, so I will use it for blogging, and what have you.
     It feels good to write with it.
     That means more blog entries for you, if you wish.

     I guess I can look into my photo files, and pull up the latest pictures...

    

      Stormtroopers are kind of the regulating cops of The Empire.

      A typical art table display of mine.

      Naked ladies is why I got into art.  Why else would I do it?  I don't know.

      The hallway where my art studio is.

      Me, doing hand signals, yo, which I find incredibly stupid, even when I am making fun of it.

      Out of these, the Yoda, Darth, and Stormie paintings sold for amounts that I'm happy about.

      People like it when I bring the typewriter to the cafe.  They like the sound.

      Why I hate Christians is a mystery.  I guess it is because of the hypocrisy.  Turning the other cheek is a concept, but is not really practiced.

 "People are never happy no matter what I do."

      What my table looks like when I'm not there.  I make better use of this table, in my opinion.

      The sign board outside of the bar often provides insights.

      'A drunken napkin art.'

      I draw comics from time to time.

      Ren and Stimpy shown living inside of a bum's mouth.

      Napkin art that people were happy about.

      'The Wrecking Crew'.  Not bad guys, but none of them buy my art.

      Mark Schwartz, a mess of a human being.

      Okay, so this is where I get the internet, which is connected to a big phone box down the hall.

      For my new studio, I had to run a wire 50 feet long down to the open door down there.

      This is where the wire plugs in on the back of my AT & T modem thing.

     Anyway, I bought 100 feet of phone wire, and my internet works great, and now I have the best internet and computer set-up that I have ever had.  I am really happy.

     It is a dream come true.

     ( Now if I can get my landlady to let me stay here permanently, that would be really cool.  In other words, I hope this situation isn't temporary.  I'll do whatever it takes to make that woman happy.  No easy task. )