People have been asking, "who is that masked person behind the curtain?" So, I'm prepared to tell you about a little about moi through the avenue of the self-portrait over the coming weeks. The self-portrait serves the artist in many ways. Foremost, it is the ultimate act of self-promotion. Look at moi! Hear me roar! Second, it provides the lonely artist with a ready study. No need to foray into the world for material, I'll just examine myself. How fascinating; don't you agree? So gentle readers of the self-absorbed here's a little of moi.
Badge, 1996 (collection of Warrior Ant Press). Worn to official functions when in costume, i.e. Williams Burrough's art opening, The Mayor's Chirstmas Tree Lighting Ceremony. Although the certitude of this badge was ultimately questioned by local law enforcement officials, moi was keep from the hoosegaw by strict adherence to the admonishment, ''no, in fact, this is not public property, and you may not stand here on the plaza taking pictures of who you please. You can stand over there on the sidewalk!"
"Yes, thank you Mr. Police Officer for pointing that out. I really appreciate it." Respect your elders; it pays. Or if you don't respect them, then at least know when to suck up to them.
Badge, 1996 (collection of Warrior Ant Press). Worn to official functions when in costume, i.e. Williams Burrough's art opening, The Mayor's Chirstmas Tree Lighting Ceremony. Although the certitude of this badge was ultimately questioned by local law enforcement officials, moi was keep from the hoosegaw by strict adherence to the admonishment, ''no, in fact, this is not public property, and you may not stand here on the plaza taking pictures of who you please. You can stand over there on the sidewalk!"
"Yes, thank you Mr. Police Officer for pointing that out. I really appreciate it." Respect your elders; it pays. Or if you don't respect them, then at least know when to suck up to them.
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