When I eventually become an aging, has-been artist I am going to start a second career as rock star. I mean, once you’re famous it apparently doesn’t matter what the fuck you do. See the man who may yet destroy painting once and for all. Thanks to Seth for showing me the press release Paul’s agent actually sent out to the world. Remember, $2,000,000 in sales last year alone.

Who needs Chelsea? Not Paul Stanley.

I didn’t want to sully my blog, like that’s possible, with the enemy/ally project, so I am posting the nominees on enemiesalliesproject.blogspot.com if you want to see whose in.

I am pleased to offer everyone the opportunity to nominate a New York enemy and ally to be voted on January 10th from 6 - 8pm at Caucus, a group show co-curated by Michael Waugh of Momenta Art. I will then render the results of the vote creating a continuum from good to evil. If the process sounds a bit vague, it is intentionally so. The caucus will determine the direction of the list and whether it is about the art world or not. I think it will be an interesting intersection of art and life. I already have my nominations, but click here to add your nominations. Please, bejudgmental.

My assistant Thomas Seely, co-star of A Study For Sofia Coppola’s Film ‘Powhida’, has been keeping a Miami diary about his first encounter with the art fair mayhem. He has been posting updates for NYarts magazine about the best and the worst. He also has some great quotes overheard from dealers, artists, and collectors. While I came to Miami to not work, at all, Thomas has been hard at work…when he isn’t swimming in his underwear after midnight.

I’m simply exhausted from shameless self-promotion and heavy drinking with heavy weight drinkers. I can’t call this a vacation, it has been fairly brutal on me, but I managed to stagger through Pulse, Aqua, NADA, Scope, and parts of Basel from the containers to Art Supernova. Thomas managed to capture most of the notable work that we encountered, a sobering number of works actually. What Miami does best is provide a glimpse into the vastness of the art world and its hierarchies.

I’ll get back to this, but now I need a beer.

Last night was a disaster. I probably should not have drank the entire 1/5th of Jack Daniels at the Pulse party at the Essex House. There will some photographs eventually of me being ‘The Fuck You Guy" giving the double bird. I reacted somewhat badly to the second (third?) tier collector/artist/dealer crowd, although I simply wound down like a spring-driven toy into mumbling incoherence and was safely led home by my dealer Sara Jo. She is starting to think I don’t love her as much as Lisa, because I try and spare her reputation, but she wants to be included in the work, so I will glady start skewering her as well. So, Miami is warm, I’m heading for the beach in a moment to take a rest from the sheer volume of art. If you happen to be here and are enjoying a quiet moment surfing the Internet, or perhaps looking me up to see if I really am a genius or just a desperate hack, then check out my work at PULSE (Schroeder Romero) and the Aqua Hotel fair (Platform Gallery). Here’s a preview.

Competition List, Graphite and gouache on panel, 11 x 14, 2007 (sold)