They create it, I interpret it. And don't you think for a second that I don't know exactly what the hell I'm talking about.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I cannot be bought.
As crucial as it may be to receive a glorious review for your child's art in this heralded space, put your money back in your trousers, please. Flattering posts such as this one do not, and will never color my impressions. Like any great artist, I serve my muse first and only. Rent be damned.