i have had one or two discussions with you, dear readers, and several more in the real world about what makes something art. a lot of these discussions end up with me being frustrated at my inability to understand how someone shitting on a canvas and then throwing around enough ten-dollar words to make the buyer feel stupid and fork over ( Read more... )

I have never been able to draw. this is an ability that my brain and body cannot get together on. i had to learn years ago that i would never be able to be Frank Miller or Art Spiegelman and be able to write a story and then illustrate it myself. some people can, i am not one of them. i can't draw a straight line with a ruler and my stick-people ( Read more... )

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Carlye and i had an argument over who should take out the trash


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remember back about a month ago when i was talking about Henry Darger?


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in the late 1890s a boy was born in Chicago. his name was Henry Darger. by age 9 both of his parents were dead and his sister was in an unknown foster home. Henry wandered the city and eventually got a job as a janitor in a hospital. he spent his life drifting back and forth to work, mass and home, his world consisting of a few blocks of the ( Read more... )

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