This particular painting, and evening, began with a ping from Ari; “all you can eat, all you can drink at brother jimmys tonight from 630ish for two hours? any interest 14.99.”
What ensued – a large quantity of beer, and a late night painting with Manhattan’s skyline in the backdrop. A brief process after the jump.
Doesn’t it always start out like this? Brian, Ari, beer, Brother Jimmy’s.
Ari, preparing to make some spontaneous art.
Brian, wondering why he is going to spend the next two hours watching us paint a canvas.
Erin, my beautiful woman, chillin’ with the art crew heading back to the spot.
Ari putting the early strokes on our piece.
Sweeping marks, black and white. Basic. Rooftop. Summer.
Getting close, look, Ari spilled paint on himself.
This is how the evening felt.
Right down to the wire.
It became a shirts off effort, I am sparing your eyes the flash version of this picture.
The final, an Ari Lankin – Borbay collaboration. Feels like Basquiat.
By “spill,” do you mean victim of a paint attack?
Victim of paint attack may be more accurate. Though, it was a loving paint attack.
thats how we do, nothing but love