Chasing the Rainbow Candy Muse with Dr. Sketchy

I had a blast at Dr. Sketchy's at the Sinclair the other night. A sexy Burlesque dancer posed in a vibrant set, I was incredibly impressed and inspired.




The night was sultry. Hot and humid. The sky was velvet. The perfect night for Dr. Sketchy.



When I arrived, the sugar-coated stage awaited our muse.



"The night is hot as hell. I'm in a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town. I'm staring at a goddess, she's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more second wondering how I've gotten so lucky... The perfect woman. The goddess. Goldie, she says her name is Goldie."

-Marv, Sin City



Are you tired? 'Cause you've been running around in my dreams all night.



Ms. Titties can and entertained us with her satin voice. What's that in your eye, miss? It must be a Twinkle.




Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock.


-Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov



Lolita. Our curvaceous nymphet returns to tease the audience. Sweet, innocent, coy.

You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame aglow in your subtle spine...in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs—the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limb, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate—the deadly little demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.

-Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov



I was granted a piece of the stage for my sketch of our muse. I had a strange, naughty dream involving this lolly pop last night. It was a giant puppet controlled by an army of brainwashing prostitutes. Yes. I let it sit at my work desk to lend it's sexy art powers to me while I write.

These photos will provide unlimited inspiration until the next show. Paintings and drawing and forthcoming. Thanks Dr. Sketchy, you're the Pimp Daddies of art.