Love my enzo/she gonna blow

Currently i am drinking champagne. i hope the bubbles will brighten things up a bit. Kevin is happiness. They call me kevy kev, MISSING TEXT, together we are separate. So i have another glass, another fake gleam, another frantic spot, another implied form. These paintings remind me of a body intended to stay. Can't stay, the surface is too delicate and the nature of the paint is too demanding, it will show all attributes intended to be forgotten. You see the dent, it is the space taken up by something missing. It is an empty painting where the space left is only a faint image of what was once present. Abstraction, check. Love, oooooh gross. Like totally for sure, see you at benihana's in encino mi amour.