Starting out

It’s midnight on a Tuesday. I’ve just finished another painting. Now i’m taking a bath and masking my face. I feel like i finally have the opportunity to write my first blog for my website.

This website experience has been fucking crazy.

And now a blog.

What am i even going to write about? i feel like i should include a video.

So let’s start somewhere. What inspires me? what inspires howie?

i have influences. yes. most definitely. i adore mark rothko. i think he’s a genius. to remove everything so much so that there was only color. and for the color to be as hypnotic as he could make it? ugh. goals.

i love max ernst. salvador dali. picasso. johannes vermeer. goya. miro. warhol. early kandinsky. velazquez. caravaggio. michelangelo.

these are probably the main people i seek to first for inspiration. i also love russian byzantine and orthodox art. german expressionism. japanese avant garde. american modernism.

i love fashion british punk. british tailoring. american hippies. saudi arabian fabrics and wind. 80s japanese menswear. elizabethan collars. royal jewels. the nanny. anna nicole smith. lucy liu. milla jovovich. shalom harlow. lindsay lohan. paris hilton. nicole richie. alessandra ferri. parker posey.

rachel zoe.

my grandmother mami elsa.

horses and their accessories. pink floyd. mariah carey. slayyyter. miss universe. paris.

ken. my beautiful husband.

but most of all i derive inspiration from myself. who else if not ourselves should we trust and have as our inspiration? we should challenge ourselves that way. that’s what i do. i challenge myself to be more creative than myself. why? because it’s fun. and it keeps life going forward because i play a game with myself. life sucks but it doesn’t have to. so i play with life. i believe everyone should. after we die there is nothing. there never was anything. so i enjoy my cake right now. want some?