When the armies of formulated art take the field of battle in classic box formation; pretty little rows of well polished automatons ready for the inevitable skirmish, full of archaic strategy and passé apologetics spewing forth from their bayoneted canvases…it is the duty of the disenchanted visionary to climb into the trees and prowl the countryside to reformat the theater of war, and to revise the cultural balance to reflect personal perspective in lieu of popular passivity. Art is the field, and the ideas of countless freedom fighters is the blood with which each blade of grass is fed…and my friends the grass is...more
