Sig had a dream about some guy working for a living. Which kind of proved problematic for old Sig as, he'd never worked a day in his life. a one - and a two -
is it art or is it something else. let's not be overly critical here...art is whatever one can get away with so, here's two getting over works of surreal finesse - and a two -
art is art or fade away. but do it for the money. the big money. everywhere and everything is about the money. we all know that in Amerika, in 'gold we trust'. money talks and the bullshit walks. -
so perhaps one starts to melt while in self isolation. you know on account of climate change and/or acid rain. so one starts to melt and no one is around to notice or even care...does any of it matter? to anyone?to anyone at all? -
what a world what a world! poor guy is just sitting around, probably in social isolation, and then he starts to melt. damn if that's not about fucked up or what... -
or not and hardly any of it matters now. IT'S THE COVID-APOCALYPSE!!! go ahead and run around in circles screaming with hands thrown up in the air and shout loudly...OH HOLY SHIT!!!!! -
poor guy got himself chumped by Shakespeare. but Yorick's head seems to be hanging around and I had the skull for awhile. I bought the skull at a Shakespearean flea market back in the day and then I lost the dang thing in a move from Arizona. figures don't it... -
street murals. the murals are everywhere AND the murals are not graffiti. no they are not. the street murals are the work of artists that are damn fine at what they do. -