Foundry tomorrow, some suits comin to see the big feller & choose a colour for him. The foundry guys did some test colours on his legs for us, his legs are big enough to do a full pantone chart on there in big print. Anyway guess we'll see what they like. I'm sposed to bring cheese & dipz for lunch. Luckily i bought some the other day for the family & they never touched them yet.
Going to enter a comp for a cricket painting. 20K acquizitive. I recently traded 2 paintings for 2 cases of beer, so i feel like i'm quite a professional painter now. I don't think Van Gogh sold as good as that did he. Of course i still remember the furious furore it used to cause among certain pissed painter persons of my acquaintance when a sculptor reckoned they could paint, but hey - i feel confident to say there's LOADS of crap painting out there & mine's as good or better than plenty of that. So bugger youse all who think it unnatural.
Anyway the artiste of today, whatever they exhale is Art. Their footprintz is Art. Their fart is Art. So a stroke of paint is bloody Art if i says it is, even if its me that did it.
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