Art Park: Striata

Art Park: American Drop Sooey

What does this painting mean? How in the hell should I know? Who knows? Who cares? Does a painting have to mean anything? Maybe that's what this painting is saying, then. It's saying, "I don't have to mean shit." Hell, I don't know shit. I'm just the parking attendant around here these days. I started this art park deal because I liked to look at some of this digital artist's "digital paintings", not out of manners for art. I don't have a whole lot of manners, anyway, and I try not to use them here because nobody pays attention to people with manners anymore.

Yep, this deal, here, might be some sort of karmic retribution for the Verizon/UPS post or maybe it's just because I get tired of pissing and moaning about shit that nobody cares about. Anyway, I thought I'd put on an art exhibition that nobody would care about and then maybe they would because shit always happens and it usually happens when you least expect it. And, no, I don't like it. I don't like it at all. One thing for sure, it isn't Chinese Chop Sooey. That shit I like. Another thing is, this guy's no Andy Warhol. Thank heavens for that.

Art Park: Night and Day

Now don't jump to conclusions. I'm still a cranky old bastard who pisses and moans all day long about all kinds of shit. The reason that doesn't make me one of the bad guys is that I'm not proud of it. I just do it because somebody has to do it.

Oh, don't get me wrong, there are plenty of people online going bananas about all kinds of shit. Shit you'd never even think about let alone care about. You can't swing a dead cat online without hitting a blog or a website run by a rabid kook going apeshit about something. But, to me, most of them are just whining and crying because it fits their pussy lifestyle. Or else they're just mean as cat shit and proud of it.

Yours truly, on the other hand, can piss and moan and be a good guy because I piss and moan about important stuff (that's right, stuff I think is important because, you know what?, this is my goddamn blog, not yours) and I usually offer some solutions that ought to make the shit pile we have to dine on every single day of our lives go away or at least get a tad smaller. So, that's on that.

Now, as far as this piece of artwork above is concerned, I'm simply letting the artist park a copy of it here because I like looking at it. That's why I let him park one here on the 11th of this month. Just because I'm an opinionated old bastard doesn't mean I can't have a "soft side" to me (Oooooh, I just hate that phrase). But, hey, I might even be able to paint like that myself.

We'll never know. In the meantime, we'll just make nice and let it ride and then we'll see who's a crank and who's not. Won't we.

Art Park: Desert Sky

That's right. I backtracked from February 27th to this February 11th post to edit it because I finally figured out a gimmick that will not make me feel all "touchy-feely" about art. Because, if there's one thing in life that I never want to experience it's the "touchy-feely" side of anything.

So, on the 27th of this month I realized that I was "parking" this artwork here because I liked it and that there was nothing wrong with that. I can still be a tough newshound when I use this blog to winnow out the shit and the shitheads in this world for extinction and not feel like a bad guy in the process. I didn't feel like a bad guy anyway because I was stalking and hunting "shit prey", not regular people. They're the shitheads who try to sell us their awful shit or who feed us shit when we think we're getting gravy.

And I'm not actually being intolerant in my posts. I'm just not being a pussy pushover for every creep in the world who thinks people are happy-go-lucky sheep without brains. All I do is remind people to use their heads before they turn into gourds. Plus, now I have an "art park" gimmick that seems to be working. And I'm not re-posting this article just to get the URL to match the new title. This is my goddamn gimmick and I'll work it any way I want to.

Don't mess it up for me.