Self Sufficient Sabatour
Some days sadly it dawns on you that ya just don't have the savings to pitch on perusing perversion. Maybe some day, in the near or distant future, I will rear my ugly head at some sleazy convention thing. But for now I find it wiser to keep to my rock, and continue my paralegal path. Which is fine, maybe I will go to Mexico and spy on drug cartels for the CIA instead. Or maybe I'll go get wasted in the Bisti Badlands with Amy, and pretend I am in a Dali Painting. (seriously, go find pictures of the Bisti Badlands, if I still did acid, this would be the place)
So I shall stick to the here and now, sorry fandom. I'm sure I will be sorely missed. HA.
But last night was a good night. Some random fellow I barely know invited me to some gallery opening.
I got there to find the societal elites drinking wine and conversing with no intrest in the art at all. It was just like, "Oh how cultured we arew, standing in this room right here."
I skipped off to the back room of the gallery and stood, looking over the canvases, somewhat enjoying the art work, until fianly a man wandered in clothed in a buisness suit. "Are youuuuu the artiiist?" He wined.
Naturaly, I had to say "yes". Because once these guys can sell paintings for 25k, they are no longer required to be at their own openings.
I proceded to answer all the questions, much to the audiences pleasure.
"this piece was inspired by Pollok. But I wanted to add a mythological jungian symbolist edge, hence my use of the circle! a vast expressionistic wave of emotion if you will!"
How very easy modern art is to interpret.
I kept it up for an hour till a man wandered in, "Ah! you must be a big fan of my cousin!" he exclaimed.
"No sir! I am infact your long lost cousin!" I replied.
They upper eschelons of art society slung their heads, and walked off quite peeved they had fed me free wine.
So I shall stick to the here and now, sorry fandom. I'm sure I will be sorely missed. HA.
But last night was a good night. Some random fellow I barely know invited me to some gallery opening.
I got there to find the societal elites drinking wine and conversing with no intrest in the art at all. It was just like, "Oh how cultured we arew, standing in this room right here."
I skipped off to the back room of the gallery and stood, looking over the canvases, somewhat enjoying the art work, until fianly a man wandered in clothed in a buisness suit. "Are youuuuu the artiiist?" He wined.
Naturaly, I had to say "yes". Because once these guys can sell paintings for 25k, they are no longer required to be at their own openings.
I proceded to answer all the questions, much to the audiences pleasure.
"this piece was inspired by Pollok. But I wanted to add a mythological jungian symbolist edge, hence my use of the circle! a vast expressionistic wave of emotion if you will!"
How very easy modern art is to interpret.
I kept it up for an hour till a man wandered in, "Ah! you must be a big fan of my cousin!" he exclaimed.
"No sir! I am infact your long lost cousin!" I replied.
They upper eschelons of art society slung their heads, and walked off quite peeved they had fed me free wine.