"Don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining" - Fletcher
Yet another strip that won't find a home anywhere but here. Actually it's a second piece enshrined in the current faculty show at UAF, thoughtfully retitled as
I challenged my students to find any other work amongst the assembled talent on display that came anywhere near to capturing such a deeply insightful commentary on relationships, portraying a fundamental aspect of the human animal, stripped of it's pretentious, farcical trappings, metaphorically laid bare by exposing our primal nature.
Okay, so maybe that's a bit of a reach, but it does serve as an excellent example of how much assumed/implied information is imparted within the gutters: manipulating projections, as in, fill in the blanks - you only see what you bring to it. Now that's a hallmark of a truly great work of Fine Art. Nope, no pretentiousness here.
Needless to say, there comes a dark time in any
(No comment from Souchie or Pippen) ...sorry 'bout that guys)
“What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning, with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?” - Isak Dinesen
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