I've been writing drawing dreaming up a storm...above below is old stuff yeah. I slaps it up to illustrate the point that we gots to make ART crap all over the damned place. Dammit make art thingies.
That, and get'em out to the World!!!
We all think dream make this stuff anyway. Well we need to start making it by the metric ton like we made Sherman bleeping tanks, and B-fucking 29's during that last big ass War against that Paper Hanger!
That's WW-fucking-2 kiddies. Google it!.
This Gleeful Noise is the only way out'a this stupid destructive unimaginative 14th century head chopping over taxed no health care no education nothing good on TV or the damned internet shit storm we're wandering around in!
It's a fucking Nightmare from the worst parts of the bleeping Koran! ...and no I don't mean art world art. That chase the money shit...fuck'em all to fucking hell or a place of ironic repentance at least.
Making bullshit that the collector class likes or thinks is a sure investment...like that jerk that makes zillions by having his assistants paint poka dots which he takes credit for, and laffs all the way to the bank over.
I'm having an Art Fever comrades!
It's more powerful than a coke speed angel-dust crack whiskey Rush!
Somebody Stop me before I Paint Again!!!
Stay the Bleep Tuned.