A few years ago, I was awarded a Professional Development Course for artists. Part of the homework was to write an Artist Statement. I worked and worked; polishing an eliminating, until I only had the kernel that was “me.” When I read it out; I was told: “That’s what everyone would say.”
I got tired of being known as just “Doug,” or “Oh, him,” or “If he’s coming; I’m not going,” and decided to remake my image — “Doug the Beloved” [the guy who used to be just “him.”] I was just about to announce this, when there was a Pandemic and the bar was closed — why does this sort of thing always happen to me?
February 23, 2021
This book is the recognized authority on those cult collectible "authorities." Price guides for plastic, ceramic and stamped metal bobble heads. Page after page of die-cut "punch and paste" multi-cultural paper-pushers, nodding approval at all levels of government. Printed diagrams and instructions to create your own "paper-works." Add to this an annotated history of factory farm bureaucracy, with a giant 3,500page appendix of equivocations and runarounds, and you have a book that's as hard to pick up as it is to put down.