My Mom And Me Dying

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I was scoping the art department at CSUF, and I bump into my dude Glenn. Haven’t seen him in a minute! He didn’t even have class that day and just wanted to work on some stuff. What are the odds?

He let me in the studio, I provided feedback, and helped him clean up while listening to the Marquee Moon record by Television.

We learned something new that night. That stubborn tube of yellow paint was gonna tear open if we applied full force. So Glenn just let it sit in a bowl of water for an hour. He tried opening it again and the cap came off easily!

Heat lamp to help dry some of the paint splatters.

This was my favorite composition. He worked on this the most. After completion, our dialog went something like:
P: It looks real nice.
G: Thanks.
P: It’s like a Disneyland of color and style. What’re you gonna call it? You gotta give it a name.
G: My Mom And Me Dying.
P: Haha, what’s it mean?
G: (Points to Sunday comic strip on project) This word bubble says “It’s nothing, just my mom and me dying!”.

You couldn’t script it any better.

Photo reference for My Mom And Me Dying. He was going for a Jim Morrison type of feel.