I’m taking a trip. Been grinding me face on my art desk for too long. Toys aren’t my only vice. My brain has gone far from dripping all over my sketch pad and toys and is now reaching the medulla oblongata and thus I need a break. Not only a break but a very special creature that I know has been spotted in the elusive regions of europe. Thus I will go and have it mend my mind.
As I walk the streets for the last few days, I happened upon an interesting situation. In a “toy” shop which I will not name, there happened to be a signing of “toys” by “artists” who I will not name and there were “people” lined down the block to get their compulsive spending/hoarding validated by those who gave them reason to do so. Maybe that is an incorrect statement. They probably had a father or mother that threw their toys away as children and now they collect with a vengeance. Regardless of their childhood traumas they are here, in the cold, awaiting to make their hard earned cash turn into a “collectable” figuring and to turn that figurine into a “priceless” item that now would smell like sharpie.
Me being the compulsive asshole that I am decided what a better moment to rub a middle finger in the face of such establishments, though they could be considered a healthy part of the “toy” culture I still have qualms with the forced limited edition aspect and far too simplistic design of the products they choose to display in their elite “toy shop”. SO just happens that there was a little gentleman in my pocket I snuck my way past the lineup and creeped my way into the hubbub and slinked myself into the front and rather than present the “toy” these gentleman have been staring at all evening I rather gave them the Finger. Asking for a blessing, I now cringe at my secret cruel joke that I was forcing upon them, and after an unimpressed huf got an oh so “priceless” signature on one of the first few little gentleman that Phil and I have created. Again I shouldn’t take any credit as not one thing has truly been done by yours truly. Anyway. that happened. and I can’t find it any longer but I’m sure of it’s existence. that’s what photos are for right.
Materials: air epoxy, sharpie, and my bad attitude.















