"Neo-Classical Pop: Poetic Nightmares" (2000) — artist statement


 
While the rest of the world went crazy they kissed in the daisies The camouflage was all wrong, it seemed the artist had just smoked a bong The Judging of Paris Because of all the junk, the Medusa Raft sunk Who could ask for more? It was a great day for a war

 
Mary wasn't poppin', she was droppin' Pigs in a blanket with english sausages They started dropping like flies, out of the Heavenly skies They had nowhere left to go, they were buried head to toe in snow installation:They had nowhere left to go, they were buried head to toe in snow

 
Everyone else went under Attracted by his decoy duck with him forever she was stuck Ceci n'est pas une peace pipe Why are there no cacti in the Met? Two hundred gumballs, two fine ladies, their dog, a purple faced Ludwig, a wack of nice lace, forty-eight oranges, ten little indians, and a nude descending a staircase

 

 
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