Boy, you know what I would really like to see? Another painting of a bowl of fucking fruit.
I don’t even get excited by a bowl of fruit in real life, even though I could probably choke down the apple and run around holding the banana like a gun and reciting my favorite lines from Set it Off.
And how is it I’ve seen 400 paintings of bowls of fruit and not 1 Cheetos bag. That seems just as hard. There’s crinkle lines, there’s reflective surfaces, there’s a cheetah wearing sneakers and sunglasses. How about we start challenging ourselves a little, artists?