Sue Zola used to use the lyrics from a Kanye West song as her artist statement…but now now she can’t cuz Kanye is fucking whackadoo. Poopy-di scoop. Scoop-diddy-whoop. Whoop-di-scoop-di-poop. Poop-di-scoopty. Scoopty-whoop. Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop. Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop. Poop, poop. Scoop-diddy-whoop. Whoop-diddy-scoop. Whoop-diddy-scoop, poop.
These colors are wonderfuck. I made the case in my last substack that those meaningful paintings from the Ashland school at the height of American graspingness were only as good as their colors. Which were only as good and no better than the offset printing colors from 4 color comics. I implied in there that the Eva Hesse images of vagina satyrized and that the colors of brown skin were the missing element. But I donot know anything. Viva LA com8c books and as me and Nick Reno and Matt say: long live the half erect man!
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