Camouflage

If it hadn't moved I would have had no idea it was there.

Free Stuff

I'm overwhelmed.

WARNING!!!

BIG, BROKEN SOCIETY IS GOING TO MAKE A MAJOR CHANGE!!!






Urban Typography is no more.






It's old,






It's






Fusty






Yesterday.






From now on it's Typolitan






Typolitan is now






It's today!!!






It's catchy!!!






LONG LIVE TYPOLITAN!!!






It's pretentious isn't it.






Would you prefer fonticity?






It's a waste of time






You never speak to me!!!






I'm alone out here






On the interweb

Performance Art

Children,






Cute Little Tykes.






Isn't it adorable






They way they are oblivious






To the high and serious art






All around them.






Pricks the balloon of pomposity






So to speak.






Highlights our own pretensions






And draws a line under what's important.






With their childish giggling






and unalloyed joy.






Now,






If we could only bottle this.






Maybe have a large glass jar






Filled to the brim with formaldehyde






And pop a couple in.






Alright maybe all of them.






And title it.






"Homage to Hirst."






That would be ironic that would.






And don't forget to record the screaming






As you hold their tousled little heads under.






That's the best bit.






THE SCREAMING!!!






Little bastards,






Ruining my art.






I blame the parents.

Urban Typography

Art Criticism

Oooh!!!






Tones of Duchamp and his seminal piece Fountain






A challenge to the viewer to believe in the artist's interpretation of what is art.






Or possibly a soupçon of Michael Craig-Martin and his 1972 piece Oak Tree






A demonstration of the viewer's faith in the artist, to believe in their definition of creation,






And a reference to transubstantiation and the Catholic sacrament.






Or some cunts gone and nicked their mailbox.






You ruin everything you do.

STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!

sTOP LookING at mE!!!







nINja!!!