My Landlady blabbed on her blog about how I got kicked out of art school today. Hah! I didn't get kicked out. I quit. Who needs art school? Koko didn't go to art school, and the prints of her fingerpaintings sell pretty well. I'm considering ordering the print, "Pink Pink Stink Nice Drink" after I sell my own artsy photographs for a tidy sum. I had hoped to sell my couch-mural painting, but my Landlord threw the couch-cover in the wash when I wasn't looking. He said he needed a place to sit down more than I needed a canvas. And he thinks he's an artist. He jests!*
*Um, actually, he's pretty good.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
I remember your magnetic drawings, they were awesome. I think you were to progressive for any traditional art school. Your cutting edge hon. I also remember some photos you had taken and posted, one was a cat in a sink was it not? Great eye!
The Websense category "Personal Network Storage and Backup" is filtered
The damn corporate filter won't let me into flikr at all now...
Confound that corporate filter!
If you look on my Landlord's personal website, you'll see some of the drawings. Also, check out the background.
Thank you, Nonny. It is good to have the support of one's friends, especially when the world is so cruel and cold. Maybe someday I'll sell Bradley Enterprises for a hefty profit and open the Bradley School of the Arts.
Post a Comment