It appears to me that adult art is mostly about shock value to create “something different” ever since the modern art movement created some very rich and influential artists. Art schools even teach the concept that illustration is not art.

Living in a small town I discovered that trying to sell ‘lowbrow’ art is impossible. Perhaps if I lived in the “city of the lost angels” in California and played the self promotion game…

Some one told me that they didn’t like the Chronicles of Narnia movie because the whole concept wasn’t believable even with the new photo realistic CGI, well us children don’t have any problems with unrealistic adventure fantasy unless the anxiety level is too high or its just too moralistic, as children’s stories used to be. Most adults loose their ability to believe in magic even when their religion is a world of magic, unless it’s a matter of jinx curses. It must be easier to believe in fear.

As I studied other people’s art I fell in love with the adorable dynamics of pictures made for children. I was repelled by the excessive sweetness at first, but the more I saw the better I felt.

I spend a lot of time in “Gestalt” contemplation and become so empathic that the only way to keep myself reasonably sane is to marshal my demons that constantly try to destroy my ego (Zen).

Essentially my maniacally happy pictures are an attempt to deal with my existential depression.

Drawing a picture can take a week or longer. It takes a lot of subconscious work and can’t be done swiftly like non-figurative abstractive painting.

My fist clown picture is frightening to most people and should be displayed behind a curtain. But to me it is not horrifying at all, I think it is one of my best and I should go back to making mysterious psychosomatic pictures before I am enslaved by the art market, apparently the only way to be successful at selling art is to paint the same thing over an over, to create a recognizable product.