About
Murray's work hangs in private collections around the world.
Like, really fancy places. Hong Kong. His dad's active 55-plus community in Seattle. Um, North London.
But so far, not in any Goodwill store. Well, whoop dee doo.
Murray keeps adding copy here to placate the SEO demons:
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Available works
Current art for purchase.
But, y'know, Murray defines "purchase" loosely. Like, he might be willing to swap a painting for parts for an aging 2011 Kia Soul (specifically a rocker arm). Or if he happens to be currently living in a Holiday Inn Express because his long-suffering wife finally kicked him out, you could potentially score a bigass painting for, say, a party size bag of Smartfood and a bottle of Scotch.
DM to see how desperate he is.
Current Work
Paintings from 2015 to present. God knows, Murray doesn't keep this part of his website up to date. So chances are, you'll be looking at stuff he did pre-BarbiHeimer. Or back when gas was under $16/gallon. Before flying cars. Long before New Jersey seceded from the US and Beyonce became emperor.
Print Shop
Limited-edition, hand-pulled linocut prints for sale.
Murray had to add copy to this portion of his website in a vain attempt to balance shit out because he's way too lazy to make the images the same depth. You can find unisex pants with Luchadores on them here. And other merch. Superb merch that you really can't live without. #showercurtain
Early Works
Paintings, prints, assemblages, and sketches from 1997 to 2015.
If nothing else, this link proves Murray has been farting around in art for a long time. That's probably something that you, as a potential patron, should take into account. I mean, he's never suddenly gonna stop painting and take up model railroads. Well, maybe. Old men seem to like trains. Go figure.
Stay Up to Date
Want to keep up with Murray's recent works? Follow along on Instagram. Truthfully, this is the only link that shows what the fucker's really up to.
Books
Zany collections of whimsical children's poetry and illustrations, and the oddest guide to Martha's Vineyard on the planet.
Here's a soupçon of free advice: never self-publish. Murray honestly thought he could be the next Shel Silverstein when he (Shel) died. Fuck, was Murray wrong. These days, it takes a marketing, agents, book signings, and sexual favors just to sell a zine.