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Your Crap Archivist just happened to be vacationing through the great, troubled state of Arizona the weekend before the angry hell, which has long been building up there, finally spewed itself out.
I discovered the quite imitable art of an "A. Brady" in one of the many antique shops in downtown Kingman, Arizona. Like all great painters, Brady understands that the surest route to artistic immortality is to copy paintings of notorious killers, just like Thomas Kinkade did with Hitler. Brady aped John Wayne Gacy and expects someone to pay $100 for it. But more interesting than the price is the price tag.
Brady has several original works on sale as well. Here's the most notable:
The price tag identifies the painting's subject as a "yard ape."
Eat shit, A. Brady!
And, hey, Arizona: I had a great time, met many good people, spent some dollars, and saw so many glorious canyons, craters and crevices that I felt like I was looking up creation's skirt. Now, please try calming yourselves down a bit, would you?
Maybe you should go to Sedona and get your aura read and write a letter to your heart or something.
Speaking of Sedona, there I snapped this photo of a much happier painting:
A sorceress sitting sidesaddle on three flying unicorns! And two giant curvy crystals! Oh, Arizona, how could I ever stay mad at you?