In our minds, at the time, that was a completely rational and bulletproof idea. On the level of that idealistic horse blinder mentality that generals in battle subscribe to when they keep telling the troops “we will all be home by Christmas.”
We honestly believed this project would take no more than a couple of years. What the hell were we thinking? A million? Holy christ ghost! As Jason has said while “a million” is a low end term nowadays, in actual production it’s a goddamn feat of unbelievable endurance.
I can assure you that we are going to see this through however long it takes. We are of stubborn Missouri “show me” stock and fueled by a dumb blind work ethic best stated by a quote from Hemingway:
“Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”
Dares and determination aside, what I have come to find of great beauty with this project is that it provides me with a lasting connection with my dearest friend Jason. We all have had rare snow leopard, real deal holyfield friendships that with time, distance and difference have faded into a background of fond memory. That has never happened to us. Want to keep someone in your life hell or high water, my advice – agree to make a million paintings with them.
Over the years, this project has afforded us opportunities to connect with a great vast cross section of truly amazing people who thought making art a foreign concept. What I have always thought grand about this project is the vaudeville magic trick element to it that reveals the mildly uncelebrated fact that we all have at least one good painting in us (or maybe even a million.)