i don’t buy art very often, but i do buy it when it just grabs you by the eyeball and soul, and bores a whole in your mind, and then you find yourself incapable of leaving it behind at the gallery where it runs the risk of being purchased by someone else, someone totally unworthy of your paintings. once you start referring to art as yours, you might as wall buy it.
so i did!
the picture doesn’t do them justice – the colors are almost iridescent, and the tragic hope in the odd looking childish characters is quite irresistible. at least it was to me.