Oh Vegas, you never disappoint. This years adventure was epic in all the right ways… Paint, friends, shows, lots of neon, a few cocktails, a Bachelorette party (sorry, no pictures, that’s the rules)…

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Upon arrival, my boy Michael was set-up at the Cosmo… his balcony proved to be a most-excellent studio.

On my way to work.

But first… a stop at STITCHED to get fit for some custom threads.

Checkin’ swatches, and drinkin’ scotches.

Nice wingspan bro.

Hanging with Uncle Mikey… this about sums up the mood of Vegas.

Finally made my way to The Mint Tavern… a glorious throwback to the fabulous Mint Hotel, of yesteryear.  Shout to VitalVegas for putting this on my radar!

Mint co-owner Todd Worz was kind enough to snap this pic of yours truly, hammering the paint in some serious Vegas heat.

The scene… had an interesting fellow stop by to share some thoughts, “You know, I’m an exceptional artist, but I decided to become a joint fitter instead. I’m retired now.”

“Why don’t you get back into art?”

“Hell, I’m into three things, playing golf, getting drunk and chasing [REDACTED]. I don’t even care if I catch [REDACTED] anymore.”

Some fine progress in front of The Mint itself. The view I painted can only be seen from the parking lot, so it was too dangerous to set-up for the actual view. So, I relied on a print-out, and constant steps backward to see the finer details.

Back to work at my studio in the sky. Did you know the clock tower goes off each hour, on the hour?

Getting into this thing.

Focused. The Bellagio was watching me.

Mad progress… getting really close here.

My dance card filled-up pretty quickly by Thursday, so I put the finishing touches on The Mint back in Idaho. Signed my name in graffiti…

Oh, Vegas nights. This view…

Formerly the Tangiers, Bobby Deniro once worked here as public relations director, overseeing many aspects of the casino’s operations. Years later, he would play himself in the movie Casino. Fun fact, if you switch two vowel’s in his name, it would be Dinero. Coincidence? I think not.

More lights, and the ol’ Trump building I worked on in a previous life.

Popped over to Ceasars to meet my friend, Ceasar, who still lives there.

When the Los Altos Group acquired The Bellagio two years ago, one of their executives scaled this sign to remove the “L” and the “A”, but was arrested before he could get the “G”. He was then demoted to the mail room, where he recently received an improbable “employee of the month” nod.

A look at the Fabulous Mint!

The fountains… doing what they do.

I was delighted to have my bestest college buddies join me for the final weekend… here’s Neel soaking up the views. Imagine Kanye telling him to get his money right.

Michael, having a moment of early morning reflection.

My boy Justin rolled-in from LA to introduce me to SOZ…

Everyone was happy when we decided to collaborate on a new album cover project.

It was all in Conor’s grasps!

Something very hilarious just happened.

These dudes agree.

Considering re-branding Caesars Palace with Neels profile.

Sun set from up high.

No trip to Vegas is complete without a trip to Atomic Liquors…

Conor, Neel and me… just doing the bro thang. Did a guy threaten to blind us moments later? Mayhaps.

Tails… the tails is hidden.

Oh Atomic Liquors Neon…

Why can’t I quit you?

And paint you…

Watching the water work.

O’Sheas… you sparkle nicely my friend.

May have to go animal style on canvas with this In-N-Out marquee.

Repetition of form…

Oh gambling chips, tell me the truth… red or black?

Blast off!

As I get older, I find myself trying to find any angle where I don’t look five years older than I actually am. Another key? Cover up much of your face with glasses, hat and beard.

Anyone care to guess where Conor is in this picture?

My first time back to the sign since 2013… when I painted…

This. Which, is also the sign.

Want to get married? Elvis is on the way.

The Little Church of The West Wedding Chapel… like an oasis of shotgun weddings in a sea of Vegasness.

The arrow is erroneously pointing toward the bushes, not the motel.

If you see a pink elephant, you’re probably drunk. This is actually a blue seagull.

Texted this to Mom “Look, I’m with Conor!”

The Laughing Jackalope… out of business, or is it Channing Tatum?

Vegas comes to life when the fountains begin to kick it.

Past life, current life, surreal experiences.

We got pizza for the Bachelorette party… Conor was kind enough to deliver the goods, while I took his picture.

Ideas releasing from my brain.

Just me and Michael, on our way home after a sweet Vegas adventure. Am I wearing the same outfit in every photo? I’ll never tell.

Off to the airport… thank you for an amazing trip, my friend!

And, I leave you with some guys, riding a boat in the Bellagio fountain.