When You Go To An Art Gallery

All I Know About What People Think Of My Gear Is What A Couple Of My Friends Tell Me, And One Of Them Always Wants To Borrow Money, So I'm Not Sure How Reliable He Is.

It's Impossible To Predict Which Paintings Will Last And Which Won't. In New Orleans I Painted On A Dilapidated Shop In A Street Littered With Abandoned Cars And Rotting Mattresses, Then Two Hours Later The Piece Was Gone. It Turned Out I'd Picked The Side Of A Crack House And The Proprietor Didn't Like The Attention.

Graffiti Ultimately Wins Out Over Proper Art Because It Becomes Part Of Your City, It' S A Tool; "i'll Meet You In That Pub, You Know, The One Opposite That Wall With A Picture Of A Monkey Holding A Chainsaw". I Mean, How Much More Useful Can A Painting Be Than That?

One Original Thought Is Worth 1000 Meaningless Quotes.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Bear And A Bee Who Lived In A Wood And Were The Best Of Friends. All Summer Long The Bee Collected Nectar From Morning To Night While The Bear Lay On His Back Basking In The Long Grass. When Winter Came The Bear Realised He Had Nothing To Eat And Thought To Himself 'i Hope That Busy Little Bee Will Share Some Of His Honey With Me.' But The Bee Was Nowhere To Be Found - He Had Died Of A Stress Induced Coronary Disease.