The first alter ego was a painter, and more specifically I called her “The Cock Painter.” Her fake body of work (which I quickly learned would have to really be made) was life size paintings of men being devoured by their own penises. It was a reimagining of the culprit for male angst and I chose the greek myths as a starting point. Instead of gods and vultures and fire and torture being the source of their pain; I made their own genitals the villian of each story.

The live show of “The Cock Painter” starts as a studio visit and quickly veers into a philosophical monologue about human stench and the vulnerability of needing our asses to be wiped.

The show has been presented at Good Good Comedy in Philadelphia and The Elysian in Los Angeles.