AtDTDA (7) 188/195 777 A few obs

[robinlandseadel at comcast.net]

SURREALISM OF THE INSANE


Hello again and hello again. I'm Billy Flamnigan and it's time once again for us 
to settle down together and move on with your quest to turn out expensive and 
valuable art canvases at home in a half an hour or so, canvases that have the 
real look and feel of the kind of collectible Art of the Insane that usually has 
clowns in it, although I've pretty much made my reputation on not falling for 
the clown gambit because I see it as a cheap trick and one suitable only for 
aging actresses or lounge singers or others who need desperately to get on TV 
with paintings that are not authentically insane, only cute or affecting. 
There's nothing like a crying clown , is there? Well, don't get me started. They 
all look like they have knives to me.

Today, we're going to discuss subject matter, because that's where the real 
insanity factor can come into play even if you can't paint a lick or even if you 
lick your paints. And if you do lick your paints, don't do it to the cinnabar, 
that stuff will take your tongue and mail it to Taiwan on a stick, if you get my drift. 
What shall I paint, you says to yourself, rolling your eyes to the ceiling. See? 
There's an insane metaphor I just came up with and what am I going to do? I'm 
going to turn it into high-priced, collectible tramp art of the insane. I've got 
my canvas, we showed you last week how to pee on it, and here it's a pretend 
week later, although it's only a TV half-hour, which you can tell by the awful 
smell here in the studio, if you were here, which you aren't. And lucky for you, 
too.

http://austin.weblogger.com/2003/02/09