Attention all Artists

Went to  gallery last weekend, held at some shitty little warehouse where the only thing interesting was the bartender and her complete lack of caring.

Anyways I spoke with one of the artists there trying to get what their take on there on piece was and he had the gall to say , "Don't know I was drunk." Really? So artists take a note from this failure's book and just kill yourself if you can't even find passion or reason for your work!

Artist suicides are apparently as common here as they are in New York I've discovered. I guess stereotypes hold true regardless of location.

Please someone let me know where the true talent lies in this city!

Tall Tales or Amazing Truth

While not a pretty painting the spoken word is amazingly beautiful. One of first people to be nice to me in the city told me a tale of the time he went hunting in Africa. Good old, old tycon boys seem to have some interesting stories, compared to the drabble the art columns put out here so enjoy this little treat and break from the norm.
So there he was hunting in Africa when he came across this large Rhino. It went into a frenzy with a murderous look in it's eye, staring him down as if the devil himself were there. Thinking fast this oil tycoon leaped upon the head of the rhino grabbing on for a ride as hung on. The thrashing was indescribably and it was down to him or it. He pulled out his knife and stabbed it in the eye, pulling it out with a pop! He is thrown from his perch, but lands safely a a short distance away and what do you know he spies from the corner of his eye, but a baby Rhino. Being a true southern gentleman he apologizes and returns the eyeball.
So what do you think? Truth or fiction?