Do you know Eric Carroll? You should.
He is a blogger. He advocates for those with food allergies. Like me, it flies all over him to hear anyone called a retard. Unlike me, he plays guitar in the band Ernie and The Berts (check out their video for their song Toybox). He builds guitars. He might have participated in my surgery back in December, but I’m not certain of that because I was sleeping.
He does it all. Eric is the renaissance man, without the poofy pants and weird collar.
This post has nothing to do with him, though I know it is hard to know that so far. This post has everything to do with the cool painting he provided me to critique. Neither of us have been able to determine who the artist is. We know it isn’t him and it isn’t me.
Let’s give this work of art a look, shall we? Read the rest of this entry »
The painting that is the subject of today’s art critique came to me from my brother. He got a photo of it from someone else, who must have gotten it from someone else. At the very start of that chain of people is, I presume, the artist that painted it.
I am at the opposite end of that chain. I can’t see the end where the artist is, so I don’t know who to give credit for this work. This is a sorrowful thing because I love this painting and want to give the artist credit for its awesomeness. Yes, awesomeness. This is the first recorded instance of me referring to anything possessing awesomeness. This painting is that good.
I recognize that a lot of people are mourning the loss of Michael Jackson. I completely respect that, and I am sorry for your loss. I am not a fan, but there are artists I enjoy that his fans may not. To each his own.
However, the idea of the headline of this article “How Michael Jackson helped start the Patriots dynasty” is ridiculous. I think with this article, the drive to further sensationalize the loss to this man’s family, fans and friends reaches a new low. Read the rest of this entry »