Friday, March 15, 2013

Postwar Prewar and the Depths Veiled

The ides of March. Postwar. The responsibility of the artist; the infamies and atrocities of the antichrist. There was a moocow coming down along the road. Prewar. Pompous intellectualism and complicity of the esoteric. Drivel. Meaning. This, that. Fuck me. Fuck you. Veil the depths, as it seems as though I belong to another species. 

Postwar Prewar, 35" x 29", oil on canvas, 2013.

The Depths Veiled, 24" x 48", oil on plastic sheeting, 2013.

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