yes. See? It is true. Thanks for thinking of me when you saw the freaks, lu3ke.
Also, I think I hate about 75% of all art. Why am I an artist, then? Simple. I don't really have a choice.
Okay I don't hate that much art. I don't even hate. I see expression and creativity everywhere, and I encourage and cherish that, the act, the process. I could do without most of the product, though. Very few images really manage to strike me. Like *pow*! Truth and beauty, pow pow! It's so rare that it makes me weep when it does strike.
And so, today being Free Museum Day, I am going to get some motherloving art on. Yerba Buena or Asian Art? Hm.
MoMa? Oh wait I get in free there all the time.
And scan my recent paintings and sketches. That's not a threat, it's a promise.