I didn't sleep with Tiger Woods. Never even met the man. I wish I was a bull**** artist instead of a regular artist because right now my art would be in front of the nation. All I have to do is say, "I slept with Tiger Woods," and the scandal would be like magic.
Instead I slog along honing my skills with studio practice and the demanding flesh eating painting class. On this prurient topic, here are two new nude studies and one from recent Truck Paintings.
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