readers, your interest in my work here warms my heart. any exhibition of interest in an artists work is received as a glorious event--as glorious as a skittles storm. however, artist i am not. i don't do labels; labels do me. so i'm a painter that doesn't paint and a dancer that doesn't dance. i'm not anything but i'm everything. i'm the cup in your tea and the basket in your bread, but, honey, don't taste me because i'm only sour grapes. just stand me up like a militant figure, a stiff, undaunted force of bravery. i am the green plastic army man. i am an artist.
plastic armies are:
shut the fuck up
the biggest fuck-word of them all
