I prattle on about art that I love in this blog. Sometimes I clamor to describe what I consider the repulsive underbelly of the art world.

Luckily, Craftastrophe has done a fine job of choosing a representative example for me.

First, there is the “art:”

Aside from mourning the fate of that poor crushed rabbit, I can’t say I’m all that bothered by the lack of what most might call “talent” exhibited here. Not everyone is a virtuoso, and that shouldn’t matter. I encourage creativity regardless of skill level.

But it irks me when I see the piece above accompanied by THIS personal bio:

I strive to be one of the Greatest Mysteries of the century. I adore things from years past and try my best to ignore the present culture. My home is a colourful blend of rock memorabilia, old books, antiques, and everything pure nostalgia. My wardrobe gives me away as a Dandy. I proudly clothe myself in vintage thrifted treasures. I’m a Mod waif with cropped golden blonde hair- all legs and big green eyes. Since birth I’ve clearly been a moody and eccentric artist. My loves of art and Music are intertwined and it’s impossible to choose one over the other. Until I met my husband I spent all my time listening to records and dressing up. Now we do that together. He’s a sexy rockstar and theatrical to the core. Together we’re just a pair of eccentric androgynous peacocks- and we like it that way.

Here…go ahead…I’ll wait…

Thanks, Craftastrophe!