I’m a big guy, tough and an excellent fighter. If anyone doesn’t like my poems, meet me out back at Bergamot Station and I’ll dent…
Van Gogh was crazy, and for me this invalidates his work. What do I have to gain by looking at the art of a crazy…
The drivel around us is thick, viscous, needing some kind of acid or lye to dissolve. Like a disease, it is ever-evolving, renewing and disguising…
I like to get pretty drunk at art openings and receptions. It enhances the thrill of scaling difficult strangers. And It never hurts to have…
Any scumbag can say “I am an artist.” Any scumbag can be a God. Among them we even have the creative-un-artistic, the prissy, the closed….
Screw deep and get screwed, that’s the first rule of conducting an artist interview. It will help you get to know your subject. A true…
Between the dirty cracks of a Venice sidewalk, among the deep, intricate stains, where the piss and shit of 10 thousand dogs mixes with grit,…
These are dry days in Los Angeles, the kind that, laid end to end, lead further and further into drought. The distant promise of water…
Courtney Reid talks with Nepotism about why painting is not for the weak, what it means to be a painter in L.A., and how…
You want to eat it, don’t you? Well, gluttons: refrain. For what look like glistening, glazed doughnuts and savory spaghetti are in fact artworks so lifelike…