Raucous , stormy weather rolling in. Ohio, late July, no ac . Sitting on the fire escape, boys smoking Camel unfiltered cigarettes with calloused guitar playing fingers, ripped t-shirts, blistering noise. Up all night, paint in your hair, walking along the river by the train tracks to some party on the other side of the bridge, an eternal mile. Dancing on a chair, sweaty, mini skirts and Rolling Rock Punk Rock Standing Rock Rock. Sway. Swoon. Heavy boots. Nostalgia, dirty and glamorous, and it all really happened exactly that way.
This painting a several of his buddies will be in my upcoming exhibit Blue at http://studio411provincetown.com opening August 15.