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Peter Built a Truck for Him to Drive



yes finally I am posting new work. I've been in the studio improving my craft(something I expect to always do). I have my new mentor to thank on this front. Dr. David Chang has been a wealth of knowledge, from paint handling to supposedly simple things like cleaning my palette. I am very grateful. I have been working with a renewed sense of excitement that I will be sharing very soon. This painting that I have not titled yet (Trucks in the Jungle, maybe?) will be showcased at my alumni show at The Art Institute of Miami in April. More to come soon. Thanks
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Meesimo said…
Dude. Didn't know a painting of trucks in the jungle could look so fresh. Nice.
9:43 PM
Unknown said…
Your work never ceases to amaze me. I wish I could come and see it in person, but perhaps soon.
12:00 AM
John Sanchez said…
Portland!!! Oh Portland, how I long to ride my bike through your streets! Jeremy how goes things?
1:15 AM
Darren said…
John,
I beet you to it. I'm going to Portland at the end of this month!
10:49 AM
John Sanchez said…
Awesome Darren I was just thinking about asking you if you are going any time soon. Tell me all about it when you get back. Meesimo you rock man!
3:25 PM
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