|End Of The Roll, 23" X 33" 1979, Inquire here for print.|
I'm a frickin artist--I don't have to make sense. I'm misunderstood. I'm a genius. I'm on the cutting edge of societal evolution--unchartered territory. Of coures I'm shunned. I know--I'll grow a beard and wear black. I'll show em all. I should be smokin on a big cigar. They'll wish they'd have been more polite to me when I'm famous. Plein Aire. I got your plenaire right here. Gimmie that brush.
Calm down, everything is just fine. Alright OK already. I'm going into my studio. Oh, he's going down the basement--he's in a huff.