It took me twenty years to get Steven Parrino's work. From the time I first saw his art in the mid-eighties I almost always dismissed it as mannered Romantic formulaic conceptualist-formalist heavy-metal boy-art abstraction.
It's better to have loved and lost than to have to do forty pounds of laundry a week.
Early to bed early to rise work like hell and advertise.
Working with Julie Andrews is like getting hit over the head with a valentine.