Out of the Gutter Art
Outrageous Bipolar Expressions
Category: outsider art
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“Art class with the finest teacher…I did not think I liked the man…”
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“I am just a memory, dead in the dust, gone like the wisp of smoke that curled from the tip of the gun that killed me…”
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Did it hurt? No, of course not. (well, just a wee bit, maybe…) Oh, the joys of waiting to hear if you got the “Call”. That’s what we artists refer to when we apply for a chance to get into a show, or to paint a mural, or design a sculpture, etc. It’s a process…
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“…that half smile and nod…while their eyes glaze over…like my very words are getting dirt on them…”
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“…Poor, poor Chris…I guess maybe your train finally came…”


