Spring Breakers

So there’s a difference between spring breaks and spring vacations. Spring breaks involve booze and bikinis and the words coming out of your mouth between downing shots are “Whoo!”s and “Bluuuurgh!” (okay, that one’s more of a vomiting noise than an actual word). Spring vacations are car trips with the family to Palm Springs visiting our snowbird neighbors who had a sprawling home in a gated community for the aged and that my brother and I were always the only ones in the communal pool and dinner was served at 4PM. Bedtime was at 9PM and there were a few days spent at Disney World and Dad lets us steal sips out of his beer at the EPCOT Center. I saw what I’d missed when I watched “Spring Breakers” a couple years ago and figured that with my distaste of balaclavas and greasy men with grillz and (shudder) corn rolls, I preferred my spring vacations.

This mini set features Alien, the local rapper/drug dealer; spring breakers Cotty, Brit, and Candy all suited up for a crime spree.

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Patriot

Well! This was a delight! I was asked to paint two sets of “Patriot,” a new Amazon Prime show that’s been described as “Daniel Craig’s James Bond meets Broadway’s Once. Call it…folk-spionage.” I was able to watch the pilot episode before diving into the project and this is what happened:

Quite a quirky show! Can’t wait to see it once it premiers!

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Here are the top 5 TV shows I’m always eager for the premiere:

1. Broad City
2. Archer
3. Bob’s Burger
4. Penny Dreadful

The fifth used to be Grimm, but I’m bumping it down to #6 so that spot can rightfully go to…

The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. It’s just a nice, joyous show that could’ve been all kinds of horrible, given the subject matter, but it’s not, and a great show to watch when you’re standing at your work table for long stretches with stacks of dolls to paint. Here’s my little homage to season one as I hop from one foot to another and counting the hours till season two premiers!

(From large to small) Kimmy Schmidt looking chipper, Titus Andromedon with his Pinot Noir, Lillian Kaushtupper; Kimmy and Titus’ landlady, Jacqueline White with her pooch, and her surly stepdaughter Xanthippe Lannister Voorhees.

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Mad Max: Fury Road

When you’re stuck in your house day in and day out painting, you tend to enjoy all of your cinematic outings be it good or bad—especially if it’s followed by a visit to Yogurtland right afterwards. The Hubs is the perfect person to see a movie with because he’s not the type to debate the movie to death afterwards. We’d just fill our cup to the brim with fro-yo and toppings and scarf it down while lost in our own thoughts.

Now and then, though, I’d love to discuss a movie, especially if it’s a rip-roaring epic like Mad Max: Fury Road. Since the Hubs is not apt to talk about it, I had to take find another outlet, and here they are:

Large to small: Imperator Furiosa, Max Rockatansky, Immortan Joe, Nux, and the Splendid Angharad. This is my post apocalyptic name: Torque Ballista.

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Immortan Joe and his crazy ass outfit:

Imperator Furiosa and her sensible ensemble and the arm apparatus she’s rigged up:

Nux the War Boy: