Nasser Stein (Cubists and Daddists)

A Red Fox at Saint's Rest

 (a foreboding omen) (personal files)

I notice my blog is getting a lot of attention from several corners of the globe. I just want to thank my readers for their interest in my work. I am so very blessed. 

Ä true artist lives to inspire the rest of the world. Sometimes we even drive the news. Sometimes! So, I guess I will just rest my mental carcass on the floor of your proverbial oceans and let you pick away. Maybe you can put up a bright coloured light, or draw a circle around a piece of corn using an HB Pencil, or write a song about urinating in public?  It's just and idea, kids. Don't try this at home! 

Cheers and yes, this is satire, in case you missed the nuance. I am trying to bring in the new year with a certain kind of spiciness because, why not? It's cold, we all could use a little warmth. I feel we Canadians must strive to see the humour in a world steeped in the humourlessness, wouldn't you agree? I blame The Kids in the Hall and those who introduced me to that show. To say Canadians are absurd is to state the snow is white. And no, that is not a cocaine reference, but I am flattered you think I am wealthy enough to afford cocaine in the first place. I feel like I must have levelled up, somehow. 

*This post is dedicated to neon signs, which usually indicate a brothel or a bar, just up ahead and boys oh boys am I ever excited to find out which it is. 

Say no more! (selfie 2020)

Hide your toes, Eerybooty! 

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