So today I walked around in an art show by an "artist" named Mr. Brainwash.
He was featured in the recent documentary called 'Exit Through the Gift Shop'.
(I saw it when I was in LA and planned to type up a review when I got home but I
got lazy. It would have gotten 4 cookays).

Anyway, the dude is known for being a semi-fraud artist semi-bad
semi-talented semi-great semi-cool artist (who may or may not be an actual
artist)– if you wanna go twisty on it.

Unfortunately I stupidly left the house without my regular camera so these
are all sucky iPhone pics. Makes me want to get a new phone…

Here we go! Mr. Brainwash!

Picasso was trapped inside…

Here's what the place looked like when you walked in. Very peptorama…

I wonder if they paint the splat to look like a splat… or make the splat
with an actual splat.

Here's like MJ plugged into some other art? That chick got badonkadonk!

I hope this was intentionally ugly.

I guess there's some sort of art message in here. Something about consumer
aerosolism or something?

This was actually pretty coolio. That's a real life-sized cab and stuff!
(Imagine the person rich/dopey enough to buy this…)

I was so tempted to write an F on this one… For both grading and funny.

That horsey was made of rubber tires and it looked miserable. Not sure what
Jimi is doing there…

Other art outside and around! More pics!

Coincidentally I took this picture a few days ago in some random place in the
village…

Here's a message from Elbow Toe…

I think the 'our' that's referred to in this message would likely not include
this particular artist in their particular our.

This art was on the High Line and I think it's better than any of that pepto
brainwash stuff…

Dogs don't understand the arts. Only the farts…

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ok bye

tOdd

PS. Here's Mr. Brainwash's website… if you wanna..

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