Color Fool

Coming into my son's room the other day, I happened across this art object, on his bed. It made my heart sing(k). I reproduce it above, for you, dear reader, in an act of lyrical out-reaching.

Much love,

B.D.P.

PS: In other news, I am greatly looking forward to the immanent-critical visit of my cousin, Dieter B' Dolla, one of the world's four most gayngsta rappers. We will be collaborating on a nude song, provisionally entitled 'Stick it to the man comma man (Art Matters)'.

Art (Tatum) Matters

And he matters because I make him matter.

x O x O,

gossip guy (debord)

dire lech tick.

as shown by this charming illustration, my son's abilities are growing, like my ability to make art matter more and more every second of every minute of every day of every month of every year of every decade of every century of every millenium of the entire history of the world, and beyond into eternity, both ways.

o beater, you truly are one of the blessed.

p.s. you truly are, you sexy movie.

simon summatra, in the shining; or, rock as scream and uptick.

i think this speaks for itself.

love,

beater. X.O.X.O.

(a.k.a. gossip goy)

Logan's Run

i happened to find this drawing in my son's snatchel. my son's name is potter de polla. he has no mother, hence the piss-pore spelling. i impregnated myself by the sheer force of making art matter. i can make art matter all day long. i can do anything. i am actually god, when it comes to art mattering.

p.s. i am a very mexican moonie.