Let's put on our very best 'snooty' and ramble on. With today being Friday, we should end the week on a respectably high note. One of those mezzo soprano high notes. So freaking high that scraping fingernails down a chalkboard would be preferable. The obvious problem with that would be that mezzo soprano high notes are so gawd-awful, the fat lady should be shot on sight and put out of everyone's misery. Hmmm...so much for taking any "high road" to sophistication. I'm not. Sophisticated. Simply old guy rude and happy with that. You see a way back in the day, this was a very different America. Not a lot of uppity shit or nonsense like that there. Cowboy boots were considered chic. Navy dungarees were high fashion. Braless women caused a sensation. AND really loud Led Zeppelin music was all the rage. Yeah, those were the days my friend and we all thought those days would never end. Damn if'n that wasn't about some naive bullshit. Nixon took America's presidency and life was all downhill from there. In my lifetime I've seen any number of American presidents come and go. Nixon was about the worst at the time. Ronny Raygun seemed to be the worst at the time. Little George Bush seemed to be about the worst president EVER. And then came trump. Judas H. Priest, trump set the bar for American presidents so low that an avenging American president would have to belly crawl down Pennsylvania Avenue to get close to the evil actions of trump. So let me see...where in hell was I...oh yes, fine art. There's no such thing. Art being whatever an "artist" can get away with being the predominant art motif, well, grab yourself a bucket of house paint and have at it. Splish splash and call that good enough. Or use catsup or mustard, or pickle relish. or raw fish guts. It's all the same and if you've the right connections, well, the art world will get taken by storm and you'll get rich. Well, maybe not you but some art dealer will get rich. You see the artists rarely make much bank off'n their work. After the aforementioned artist goes cack, that's an entirely different story. So go ahead and take the world by storm and see if "fame" is not about one colossal bitch to acquire. I'll be happy to wait until after I'm incinerated. Cremation is my plan for a final resting place. I don't want to get buried and end up worm food. Damn that would just suck. Not for the worms though. Okay then and machine art comes next. Happy Friday anyone, out there, paying even the slightest bit of attention. I'm not holding my breath.
Mothra -
holding the bag -
were you in need of some artistic inspiration...look at the work of Jackson Pollock or that Chinese guy. Ai Wei Wei? Ahhh Pee Pee? whatever... 😲
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