what do burning man, norman rockwell, and bukowski have to do with each other??
all the fancy schmancy, wallet-bending, elbow rubbing, wine guzzling, agenda pushing, and know-it-all people of my weekend are simply composed of "beautiful lies."
at least the coeur d'alene art auction had the balls to be what it wanted inside and out--a money-making event of elite rich people perpetuating the importance of their collections and causes.
burning man, on the other hand, has hidden behind a self-composed veil of "the make believe brotherhood of man" as it has taken over the desperate hearts, creative minds, and delicate income of it's hard working spine (attendees).
i left the first event with a mouthful of disdain...
i attended the second with a respect for it's honesty...
and bukowski i read in gratitude for finally putting words to it.
where i'll post the in's, out's, tween's, and twixt's of my world of art mixed with pictures, links, opinions, and rants. (oh, and curse words. lots of curse words)