I haven't posted a picture of myself in a ridiculous and unrealistic situation in a while so here I am hanging out with Louis Armstrong.
Mother Monstrosity is coming along.
It looks stupid which is fine by me. I've been thinking about how I'm going to summarise it in about two minutes worth of words next week in my presentation and I'm struggling. I have this problem where I can talk and talk about things that only make sense to me and I can't translate out of my own head and I just end up saying 'like' and 'um' and moving my arms around and not looking at anyone. We'll see. I think I've settled on talking about how it only exists to be enjoyed. It literally serves no purpose. It takes up an obnoxious amount of this earth, it is brash and ugly and noisy and smelly. BUT the reason it exists - it is a manifestation of the most alarming and overwhelming feeling of hormonal obsession that we are capable of. I'm a huge fan of FAN ART which is just the funniest thing - it exists only because of this strange obsessive habit of teenagers. Infatuation makes us do such absurd things!
The best, most hilarious thing about fan art is when it's not totally clear WHO the fan art is a 'tribute' to - there is such sweetness in lack of skill that is so funny and innocent and nice. Which is why, in my work, I made a conscious effort NOT to put conscious effort into trying to make it actually look like Lady Gaga. It's sweeter when you have to squint and cock your head to the side to see it.






i read the title of this as 'fart-tatstic.'
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