zeus' weiner....

...was probably pretty big.
so many serious artists seem to always have some archaic influences,
and academic subjects, and all kinds of allegorical motivations.
hence zeus' weiner,
and his relationship to gender and sex and power,
because swans and bulls have got some canned heat in their trousers,
if you're feelin' me....
mostly, though,
despite the oppressive academia that seeks to undermine my lofty aspirations,
i really kind of like the woods, and fairie tales, and dungeons & dragons,
and i think that battle-beasts and goblin tree ghosts are kickass.
what i mean is,
sometimes art is just a useful reminder about simple stuff.
and for the record:
i think that a posse of my carnivorous verdant viking dollbabies could
most likely break mt. olympus off a little sumthin' sumthin'.
how's that for deep-rooted psychological motivation?
ah well,
even that sort of highbrow elitist interpretive art history debate
can't replace a good ol' fashioned starving artist sale....
these guys are $100 buxxx each.
seriously.
i'm just sayin',
i have no idea how to sell art.
i mostly just make heapin' piles of the stuff,
and then it lives in my house....
so i'm just lettin' ya'll know,
i have so much,
and you might need some of it:

these guys were the closest to the computer,
so they've been elected to go first....

argyle.
red eyes.
overbite.
cheek high beard.
that's a grand slam of attributes, no?

some old people like amish beards....
this guy does.

i do NOT advocate drug use,
but it's plausible that this fella may be high as f*.

skunk-striped hair, & a flashy toof.
c'mon...
i'm tellin' you ninjas.
$100.
i know you're broke.
i know that new sweaters and fresh sneakers come first.
hell, i know that art isn't always a priority even when high on the hog pockets is fat...
but i also know that the Folk Life freshness of the woodsly goodness isn't free.
every dollar you donate to the just be dopeness fund gets invested directly into the
green building sustainable home plan.
i'm talkin' about a citadel of superlative sylvan satisfaction.
a crucial collective of real-life livin' and suitably self-sufficient flavor, ya'll.
i'm not just tryin' to scrape up some bill money.
i'm tryin' to make the magic happen.
think of it as part-ownership in the whole big picture of righteous rural representin'.
and you get a personal spirit of the memory of the hottness,
to watch over you, and potential creep you out at nighttime.
you DO get that, too.
i'll even include a print and some stickers an' that....
battlebeasteleven@gmail.com
i'm here. i'm ready.
get at me, ya'll.
never quiet, never soft...