The show is down, and its time to pack up go to Madrid and then back to the South in Marbella, which has been my home this whole past year. I am really excited about sending the paintings that have been acquired by friends and collectors to their new homes, from my home.

My dad’s friend Lauren, who is an art collector told me I am very pop, and almost warholian.

Two years ago I was still in art school figuring my Senior Thesis show which became my first solo exhibition which made me shitscared and stressed out closer to the date of the opening.

I read one of Warhol’s books, I think it was that one that explained his “philosophy” from A to Z, in which he explained all sorts of crazy stuff and other things that made me feel as if he didn’t really know what was going on around him. I think Andy was in a constant daze by nature, fueled by a posse of deviants, debauchery and espontaneity.

I always admired how he attracted to so many different personalities, but it made me also think that Andy yes, of course he was a very famous pop artist, but he left this material life as a complete unknown. At least to me.

I hope I don’t.