And now we have a Wylie bear with a wily beer.
He was. However, he had an uncanny ability to make fractal patterns with his splatters. No one else was able to do it until a professor at Oregon State University developed a machine that when you loaded it up with paint and set it rocking, turned out paintings that can only be told from genuine Pollacks by the fact that it says so on the back. Brilliant.
According to UNESCO, anyone who calls themself an artist, is. Whatever they make is art. With an MA in art I declare that if I call myself an art critic, I am. And if I say something is junk, it is!
But we have an answer to the Mr. Olson question.
Ah, those were the days!
So said the dinosaur . . .
I understand the pain. I lost my mother in March of ’14 and my wife that December. Grief is the price we pay for love.
I want to see the five of them in action together. The world may not survive.
It’s not so much the accent that I want to change. I just want to call it ‘Stanley’ instead of Siri.