Warning:
You might want to stop at this point.
Below is
the work of Wolfgang Fletcher, my alter-ego. He is the result of
my exposure to a New York art world where it seemed that crap-making was
the only road to success. "Wolfgang" is a skanky 27-year old
guy who doesn't wash all that often, wears expensive clothes, has an expensive
drug habit and will give you crabs. He has a faux-hawk, a vocabulary of
art BS that makes people believe he has talent and would think nothing
of blowing a gallery owner in the back room to get a show.
Wolfgang
takes bad photos of gross things. He arranges them into the worst possible
compositions. Then he adds a few really disgusting personal touches before
printing these compositions onto canvases, stretching them onto shoddy
structures and putting them into frames found on the street.
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