Sorry. It still amuses me that I get to be productive and creative while destroying any chance of making a name for myself in the contemporary art market. Which is mostly a circus for the amusement of billionaires.
Mind, they succeeded in turning Duchamp's ready-mades into marketable products, so subverting the art market is a very tricky proposition. Happily, it's not my only source of amusement. I am rapidly disappearing into a black hole of brushwork and composition nuances that have probably little meaning to anyone else.
God, I'm tired of my voice. Can I please start numbering these posts instead of these wiseacre titles and comments?