Crab Tree

small art,
cheap art,
coarse art,
folk art......
anything and everything but fine art.
because fine is the same as ok,
and ok is good,
but good just isn't enough-
terrible, however,
can sometimes be something special.
that's a thing.
so,
while i'm still not a painter,
i DO use paints to make pictures.
and as always,
crafty crappy cheapies are my pigments of choice,
because making busted into expert is what i'm into.
one piece of heavy cardboard backing,
from some boxed-up online order or other;
a pencil,
a printed page of reference,
one single brush,
and a marky marker.
guys,
what happen when there's no tattoos to do?
what??
free time?
there's no such thing where i'm from.
the answer is: you make some moves.
...at least, you give it a go,
and see where it leads you.
i love my dog, i love hands with teeth, i love nature, i love circles.
real talk.
check the teleport:

a mutha-F*ing CRAB TREE!
for crabtree, because he's my housebroken homebody homeboy,
yeah.
damn me if i didn't use the worst brush ever.
i mean, it wasn't the best-suited implement to begin with.
and it got worse the more i demanded of it.
in fact,
it basically sh!t the bed right at the start:

yup.
that was the very last moment when the bristles weren't blown-out.
it looked like a scaredy cat's tail afterwards,
......and not for nothin',
but cats are a telltale hallmark of being a total A*-hole.
that brush, tho, was also a real A*-hole.
so,
what was the problem with just replacing it?
coarse art has rules, neighbors.
and rules is rules.
so,
i used that same five cent brush for the whole thing.
not because i wanted to,
rather,
because i had to,
in order to be the kind of person i want to be.
what?
that sounds grandiose?
c'mon.
the template is in place at all times,
for all things,
just be dope, or F* right off.
that's IT.
i started something,
and wasn't about to quit just because it got harder.
that's infant diaperbabyish watery b!tch-sh!t,
and i can't hang out with that.
*
maybe i'll have it reproduced as prints?
i think that's the kind of thing artists do.
i'll give it shot,
and we'll find out more from there.
i like arthur-making,
on a first name,
but uncomfortably full-length full name, semi-formal, basis.
i'm doing that.
i mean,
i do make things, occasionally.
it's the rest of the time,
when i'm busy breaking things,
that seems to be my representative action.
i do what i can to be how i want to.
i take the worst and make it into something else,
hmmmm,
maybe i should be a social worker?
SIKE.
coarse styles and cheap materials only transform and evolve
when they aren't made out of people.
yuck;
never quiet, never soft.....