Hey you. Yeah, you with the giant booth that blocks out the sun. I love you, man. Sure, you could be considerate and think of your fellow artists and fans around you but no, you shine out like the crazy douchebag you were born to be. Other artists around you who paid for the same amount of space cower in the shadow of your tower of chaotic prints. They reach into the sky screaming for attention with a maelstrom of color and subject matter enough to give small children seizures. And the craftsmanship in which you have constructed your living room fort of a display is as ingenious as it is daringly dangerous. With your mixing of PVC, duct tape, chicken wire, and spit you erect a tower that threatens ever so slightly to tumble to the ground at any minute. And when it does, oh and when it does, your haphazard unapologetic scramble to catch it as it crushes your more modest neighbor is nothing short of breathtaking. Of course you could spend the money to buy a booth away from artist alley and be courteous to your fellow artists but why? Why do that when you can show the extent of what you can do with 8 feet of table(and whatever inches or feet you can steal from your neighbors). And the view be damned! Yes, you block out 2 dozen other artists but what are you supposed to do, respect them? HELL NO! Sure, your skill level still has a little ways to go and you havent had any major work published but who cares when you have a few hundred prints in a plethora of shapes and styles! So heres to you mister giant asshole booth guy! You may lack taste, tack, and simple common courtesy but you more than make up for it with rudeness and physical endangerment! HUZZAH! with Alé Garza
Posted on: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 03:05:26 +0000
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