An Art Affair

After years of being an Art critic, I find myself unchallenged by the childish attempts in art by our so called American Artists.  I would rather stick pins and needles in my eyes than review the low browed trash that the likes of Gilbert Stuart or James McNeill Whistler has to offer.  And don’t get me started on that the dirty slut, Mary Cassatt.  You call that ART, you wretched cunt?  I spit in your face. 

After years of reviewing soulless works of art, it wasn’t until I visited the works of Peter Johnson and Rachel King that I have truly felt the creative wealth of our great land.  The honest, the purity, the untouched realism and depth that these young artists bring is beyond beautiful.  I wept after reviewing the My Child Needs Therapy Gallery on Joke Grenade.com. 

You know you’ve hit artistic gold when you find yourself in Tiffany’s shoes, filled with the utmost joy after finding a new friend like Cassidy.  I want to find a friend like Cassidy.  May be I can find a friend on e-Frolics.  I am getting a little lonely and am starting to chafe, but I digress.

So here’s to the fine assholes at Joke Grenade.  Well done in helping bring art back to life.    

-          Jacque Strauss, Art Critic