Am I sick and tired of paintings that are painted by artists with fancy art degrees, but look like they were painted by slow children in third world countries for tourist pennies? YES. Am I going to keep featuring them on this blog? Probably. Why? I have no choice. That’s what I get to work with.
It’s like sitting around in Rococo France and yelling, what is up with all the lace and pearls, and the ridiculous flocked wallpaper? Why are you wearing a white curly wig that’s perfumed within an inch of its sad life? Did you draw that mole on your own face? Why is no one taking showers, and if I am invited to one more god damn masquerade ball I am getting into my carriage and going back to my winter estate! Slowly! Because it’s drawn by horses!
Anyway, paintings by Santiago Salvador.
