Years of paint dripped, flicked and dragged across canvas until there isn’t much canvas left to look at.
Most of them are meant to be about something. Greta Thunberg as a butterfly, for instance. A party in Greensborough full of celebrities. A Russian butcher. A king with an ego problem. He will explain each one at length if you let him. Don’t go looking for Greta, though. There’s no butterfly either, and it seems unlikely any celebrity has ever been to a party in Greensborough.
The exception is the self portrait with the axe in his head. You’ll spot that one.
A few of these are genuinely good. He doesn’t hear that much, or care anymore, so keep it to yourself.
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