| Art |
He painted pictures of sun bleached Adirondack chairs. Nice, simple, harmless—peaceful scenes. I hear the White House even bought a few. We have some in our office. No one can object to art of empty chairs on beaches and porches. Personally, I'd like to see one of those Adirondack chairs in the painting filled with a sleeping, tattooed biker woman, a half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels squeezed between her thighs and a Monarch butterfly resting gently on the tip of her nose. Now there's a picture. |