Original Visual Art created by Artthieferic, including digital, hand drawn, painted, & video pieces. NO ONE SAID THIS SHIT IS GOOD, SO DONT GO BITCHING IF IT ISN'T YOUR THING. ITS NO ONE'S THING REALLY. IT'S GARABAGE ART. Kenshead is a collection of my friend, artist & professional photographer, Ken Love's head superimposed, drawn, painted and mimicking varying styles of artwork, as celebrities, oddities, unique creations, and in place of famous works of art. Kenshead has also become the name for which I referenced my style of art. Magritte was surrealist. Eric is a kenshead-ist? kenshead-er? What style is that, kensheadism? Whatever, "garbage" is a perfect description too, if the former is too fucking whatever for you. Sometimes I will distinguish artthief originals from kenshead pieces borrowed from someone, something, somewhere else. Sometimes I will not. Hey, maybe I'm in a hurry, or maybe I'm not as audible one day as another. I'm an artist, there is no accounting for the swings in my mood or overall well being. If I borrow from a work and it's yours, or you find yourself appalled for the sake of someone else, for the love of Satan, just let me know, I'll gladly take it down. Unless you're overly offended and lecture-y, then fuck you, get a life. I hope you enjoy the garbage I put before you, it will often resemble half eaten food, spat from the mouth of a choking homeless person. My Instagram is chock full of shit art too. @artthief_eric
Ken and I talk almost exclusively via text. We both have our own businesses and are extremely busy. We became friends in our 40s, I have a family, we both like to work on art in our downtime, Ken likes to fuck random woman, and we both are laser focused on making money, as much as possible. A lot can and is lost in translation when you communicate by text for weeks on end. Ken is an aggressive little mother fucker, and often says horrible, hurtful, and degrading things to people that he has no idea whatsoever are the slightest bit mean. No one loved Ken as kid, it's clear. Ken is searching for his third wife and it only takes one date for him to christen a lucky lady, "my girl". Then comes talk of marriage. Hey, Ken don't have time to fuck around. I've known Ken just shy of two years now, and he's been in love with roughly 500 woman. The best part, he's like a chameleon, always changing to live up to their assorted expectations. The latest is a suprisingly attractive woman, only suprising because my adolescent mind still believes that a woman of 50 can't be attractive, no matter how many times I'm proven wrong, and that these woman are much much older than I. I'm pushing 43, Ken is 48. So this hot little Mexican dish is a health nut and now, of course Ken is too. We are both terrible people who talk-to-text insane shit back and forth all day and who have no filter and love to interject our opinions, so shit gets mean and ugly. I hate eating healthy and I equate chicken to healthy eating. Ken and I had been bickering for days and he was tired of me talking about chicken, so he finally screamed (via text) "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING WORD ABOUT CHICKEN!" (disclaimer: quotes may not direct quotes) Hence the artwork here, all Ken, all chicken, all week. I love to push buttons, Ken is just mean because he can't help it, but however you look at it, we make an awful pair, and it's pretty fun.
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