Less Artsy, More Fartsy
I’m speechless. Speechless & a little uncomfortable. I’m uncomfortable because I’m not sure I’ve ever been speechless before and that weirds me out a little. . . Perhaps I should start at the beginning. OK, so yesterday Uncle Wheat Toast informed me that I would be reviewing the work of Zoë Williams. I said, “Wow- thanks for the notice. What am I, the resident art critic now?” Yes, I was snarky & yes I was sarcastic. But seriously- my former catchphrase was “Less Artsy, More Fartsy.” I mean, why can’t I just educate everyone on the amazing phenomenon that is the German Sparkle Party? (More to follow, I promise- you simply must know about this.) However, I reeled it in & thanked him for recognizing my brilliance and grace under pressure and proceeded on.
Then I checked out her portfolio. I was disgusted beyond belief. I had that feeling you get when you discover anal seepage after the onset of a hemorrhoid flare up. However, I couldn’t stop staring- and even though I know you can’t love everything, I also decided to delve in a little deeper- just to be sure. I stopped being grossed out. I started being amazed. This woman goes so far beyond the arts & craft, I work with felt, smug ass, I’m an etsy artist crowd. So now, I’m looking at that crazy big “Gold Rhino” and I kind of want it. I am rendered speechless, and that makes me uncomfortable. I kind of like it.
C U Next Tuesday,