My selection for the favorite art in my house is a thing a guy named Tim Bryant did for my dad in 1977. This piece has been in our house for my entire life, and I've always thought it hilarious.
I can't really tell what's going on in the piece, but I totally understand what it's like to live with certain art works in your house growing up. I had a weird Dutch heirloom painting that I was obsessed with (my dad hated it and sold it) and 2 cool abstracts by this old lady who killed herself. I still have one of those and I love it. There's something definitely to be said about the way the things you grow up with ingrain on you.
Chase Bank, I am so ready to close my account with you.
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i am a sometime singer-songwriter who works at a homeless shelter to pay bills, loves Jesus, enjoys beer and whisky(in moderation, of course!), and is continually fighting the light meter on his Olympus FE-4000, and wishing his internet wasn't constantly threatening his perfect attendance.
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