Slartibartfast
bigger than my hand" x smaller than my fridge"
Coloured (or colored) pencil (or pencil)
It was mentioned to me this morning that someone noticed that I had quit my blog for a second time earlier in the week, and was this true. Yes. I totally deleted the blasted thing for a day or so. Unfortunately blogger allows one to bring it back within the first 90 days before it utterly annihilates it for ever and ever.
I don't know what art is anymore. I have not one iota of a clue. Zilch....nada! Paint slapped on a canvas, hyperrealism, a man defecating. All have been called art. The range is great, or not so great depending on what your preference and definition is. Above is my latest expression of what might be called art by some. I'm just now sure who?!
I told my art instructor about a month ago I was considering quitting "art." (Like it's something I have the ability to do.) She very seriously instructed me that shouldn't be something I should ever consider. I've tried quitting the blog, my art, my sanity (that's the one I'm working on now.) For anyone out there who bought my art for the purpose of having it increase in value when I die or go insane....good for you! (There are some who have told me they want my art just for this very reason.) Be happy in the knowledge that you've made a wise investment! One way or another I'm getting off this crazy ride!
Oh, and one last thing......
SLARTIBARTFAST! LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BTW....to the neighbour who thinks that he should be able to buy one of my works for a hundred bucks....time for a reality check.....that's what the frame at one of the more reasonable framing establishments costs. Pthhhhhhhhhhh! If you want I can poo on the floor for you for a hundred bucks. Some people make money as artists that way.
I have to go, if not for ever at least for now. I have a headache.









