Chuck Perrin

I live to paint each day thick lavish strokes slathering chunks of pigment with my fingers sometimes too pushing away the goddamn lonely lines I cover my emptiness with swirls of color cerulean and emerald vermilion magenta impasto presto hours fly by the light runs away from me almost faster that I can document it… [ read more ]

Every so often the music gods bestow upon us avid listeners a song that, once we hear it, we can’t seem to shake. It’s generally got some magic signature groove that works its way under our skin, with a listen or two, penetrating our pleasure system and opening up in our head like a giant… [ read more ]