idolatry

so, the magazine party was very chic, lots of sexy wealthy looking adults slinking around in expensive rags and big erotically engineered shoes, shoes that you would have no choice but to worship if they were placed on pedestals around the room. i didn't talk to too many people, the editor, the writer and his date, a few other folks who found out who i was and snatched my sketchbook out of my hands to ogle over my drawings. i had been drawing people quietly in a corner for a while, plied with sushi and other tasties by the overbearing but friendly wait staff. tomorrow will post some of those drawings. the article looks really good...all shiny, but the layout is nice, the colors are good, a little off but not too much, and although the article has a goofy edge to it, the gallery has already gotten alot of folks in wanting to see more of my work. so good news that is. on friday, i had to rush my butt back down to the honolulu academy of arts because masami teraoka was signing a new book that has been published of his work, a retrospective...MAN! that was so fucking awesome to meet him, hes been a hero painter for me since before i started making art....i was so nervous, i had to write my name on a paper so he could sign the book and my hand was shaking quite badly, he said i had a holy name...the guy was wearing pajamas and a fanny pack, which was so awesome....hes 71 and has an eight month old daiughter. when i was blabbering away about how much i admired him i told him i had a painting in the wing behind him...i did it sheepishly and i dont know if he looked, he made a note though....i was just happy to meet him, i finished five paintings this weekend, all that excitement hasn't waned either.