I begin to think that there is no way out of the painting, want to scrap it and then I push myself to continue and somehow as if by accident or chance they appear.
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a dick on a stick?
Happy Thanksgiving, Motherf#$%ers!
Fix a sandwich, late for shopping , bought a mirror, kids are fine.
No explanation is necessary!
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A Thinker is Satan’s Slave provides a glimpse into Max Power’s take on the impossibility to understand our own destiny – we think… Eyes tells a short cryptic story with only images and leaves free interpretation to the viewer. The inspiration for the piece much like it’s creator remains a mystery.
I got a weird present.
I was born that way. It’s because my mother had sex with my father on their first date. And there I was: the product of one too many glasses of Barolo.
