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Good morning world, and happy Thursday. Things are crazy busy… working on a new portrait, two commissions are set to commence… plus, it’s fall, which means lots of pumpkin coffee and beer.

Anyway, read-on for a trip to the Whitney and my latest painting update, as well as thoughts on exhibitions and vandalism.

Last week I hit up the Whitney Museum with my wife, Ari Lankin and Mike Serafino. We split up through the first gallery, and I gave my fellow artists the Irish goodbye. On Irish goodbye’s, the Whitney remains one of my few unfinished paintings…

Speaking of Lankin, here he is ascending the stairs… action and art often go hand-in-hand.

My wife and me, doing the love thang in front of some engorged, spotty balls.

The Shadow Bride on Madison Avenue, trying on her dress…

Yes please.

Seems like everyone is going out of business on the Upper East Side… I tried to get in touch with this Robert Weber, but he didn’t return my email — figured I could use this space for a pop-up exhibition.

It’s Been Raining a lot in NYC… which can only mean one thing… nobody will accurately predict this winters weather.

While the sky continues to leak, I’ve been working on a new portrait: Uma Thurman in Kill Bill. Can’t wait to share that with you.

Speaking of my actor series… I was planning on showing them this fall. So far, I haven’t found a suitable venue, so things are on hold. Going through the show preparation process has me questioning the value of a terrestrial show in our digital age… if I can spark interest in my work online, land a studio visit and make the sale… is a well-attended, costly opening now the equivalent of taking out the ruler?

My short film on Paul Zepeda debuted at the Hakker Short Film Festival… it didn’t win, but the project did result in two Zepeda painting sales…

Last week, this painting auctioned successfully for charity… plus, I got to meet Jeremy Roenick.

As you may or may not have heard, some guy tagged a Rothko at the Tate Modern. I won’t type homeboy’s name, because that’s exactly what he wants. This was a cowardly, selfish, circus-act. Regardless of your opinions on Rothko’s work, nobody has the right to damage OPP — inside a gallery or out.

If you are hired to beautify a wall, that’s one thing… slapping your art there because you feel you are “bettering the world” is vandalism. Sometimes I wonder if today’s graffiti artists forget the 80′s — the “revolution” already happened, made its way to canvas, and sold on the auction block. Get the net.