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Fucking art.

Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2004 8:30 am
by Worm
Some local douchebag is selling his art up on eBay. Me, I don't appreciate the grown up bird shit golem from Princess Mononoke. Though what do you guys think? Basically all the art I own is a print of a Conquistador and a print of a Dancer I bought as a bundle for 20 bucks at Salvation army. It's cheap at least.

Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2004 8:32 am
by Ice Cream Jonsey
I ask myself one question before buying art -- could I have done it? OK, two: would I have thought to have done it?

If you want to buy some art from somebody, I suggest K. Thor Jensen. He's gonna be huge one day. In fact, as soon as I get my stuff in order I'm-a-gonna do just that. One of these days.

Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2004 8:36 am
by Worm
I thought all he sold were comics and stuff. Because that's all that is in his site's store.

graffiti urban folk pop art

Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 4:44 pm
by mhuiraich
The guy on ebay.. he's selling "graffiti urban folk pop art". Not a clue what that is, but he seems to think that it sounds good.

Re: graffiti urban folk pop art

Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 5:43 pm
by Worm
mhuiraich wrote:The guy on ebay.. he's selling "graffiti urban folk pop art". Not a clue what that is, but he seems to think that it sounds good.
Yeah, I figured that'd be the kind of shit that struck everyone as weird so I didn't feel the need to point it out. Someone posted this in a LJ and I called the kid a douchebag and no one responded. I mean he's doing it well, it'd just be nice if his art was as involved as his idiotic genre.

Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2004 6:25 pm
by AArdvark
There once was
A woman who
Lived in a shoe
And boy she
Stank like
Monkey ass.




THE
BETTER GET
WALL TO WALL
ODOR EATERS
AARDVARK

Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 4:09 am
by mhuiraich
Kudos, just what I needed to start my morning!

No more of this fine art codswallop, gimme some more of that poetic gravy.

Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2004 3:33 pm
by AArdvark
OK how about this...

Man evolved with scent glands. Just like skunks.

OK, now it's Saturday night at a honky tonk bar. Two drunk good 'ol boys start having words with each other. Suddenly they both whip around back to back and yank down thier faded bluejeans and bend way over and start spraying each other.


It's a visual thing, you understand...


THE
DEPLORABLE EXCESS
OF IMAGINATION
AARDVARK