There have been a few failed attempts at managing a site on my own but I am a man of few practical abilities, maintaining a website and everything that goes along with it are beyond my grasp on a daily basis.
So I have surrounded myself with responsible adults to take care of that part of this whole operation. I will maintain the stupidity that is my counterpart known as “George the Painter”. This is something I am good at, so that is my contribution. To keep the squirrel running around at the dinner party. To be the wrench that falls into your open primary, the Acid in the pudding that keeps it from becoming vanilla.
For those of you that are not familiar with who I am, I am George the Painter. I’m a biker, painter and a writer in that order. I ride the same bike that I have always ridden…for endless miles. I am a painter and paint the images that have come to me from the miles on the road and the toxins that have taken hold of my gray matter from years of abuse in one mind altering way or another. I write and have been writing for the Horse Backstreet Choppers for somewhere around seven years. The magazine is the reason that there is any name recognition at all; any other notoriety is because of pure luck, hard work and a sprinkling of blatant stupidity of which I am a natural.
American Mother Fucker is a culmination of all those things, a voice of an individual biker, my paintings that have stemmed from years of chaotic living and an unjustified ability to write. This is not a place for me to inflate my ego, follow any rules or make any friends. It is just a place to make what I do known to the people that are interested. Anything beyond that is purely the eight ball that you snort off the stripper’s belly. Something interesting but definitely not for everybody.
Those who are interested are welcomed to follow along, those that are not can go back to their daily routine, I’m sure your Home Owners Association has some rules that need to be complied to. That should keep you busy until you are dead. That’s your chicken; I ain’t goin’ to fuck it for you.
This site is mainly a showcase for my paintings although included is a blog-like thing that will be updated several times a week or as time permits and the contents of which have no definitive objectives. There is a gallery of my work as well as a page of my current originals and their availability. Other merchandise will also be available like prints and assorted other horse shit that you might need to make your life more…well…interesting!
Let me tell you about my art back ground…I ain’t really got one. I attended art schools and have gone through the motions of academy training but mostly I just drank, took drugs and chased co-eds around. I never expected to become a painter. I just used the title to justify the ridiculously bohemian lifestyle that is the life of some dick with an drug inflamed brain on an old Shovelhead.
For years I spent my time painting pictures to feed my head, bouncing off the stratosphere of homelessness and suicide. But somehow my old Shovel and the need to become a serious painter kept me from eating a hollow point.
At one point I realized that if you use two cans of Krylon spray paint on a cardboard refrigerator box it becomes water proof enough to keep you dry in the Florida rain when you’ve run out of couches to surf on. I soon realized this is information that you really shouldn’t need to have.
I had to stop the way my life was declining, so I quit drinking and picked up a paint brush, sat my ass behind a set of ape hangers and set out to see what I could make out of the two. Years later…here I am…covered in oil paint and 50 weight, painting pictures...for bike parts. (I like that part :) )
The work that I do, aside for my portraiture, are glimpses into my past and present but not in the reminiscent sense but more of a culmination of the mental discharge that has built up from the things around me. I initially just wanted to paint pictures that were too good to throw away but they have become something else. They became the same images that I had in my head but I realized that I was censoring myself and well, that just wouldn’t do…so now I don’t.
Although I still do the occasional portrait I am now concentrating on originals. Bold, brash and completely politically incorrect. For lack of a better name “Psychological Portraiture”. People started to show interest and I became the painter that I think I always wanted to be.
The paintings take me to places that I never see coming, between that writing and riding my Black Hearted Bitch all over the countryside I believe I have come into full confidence. I do what I what, paint what I feel and ride my bike to get me there. But enough about me…enjoy the site. If you don’t, just hit the Escape button…I don’t care. “GTP”
