She drives me up the wall with her endless nagging sounding like nails against the blackboard. More so when she deliberately does so whilst I’m watching CSI. Still, I love my old lady. And I love her for loving me still as her daughter, in spite of not liking me being gay.
I wish I thought about this first. Created for the centrefold of Vancouver Review, this drawing consists of verbatim from a spam email.
Over the past decade, a steady flow of stories have been told by the masterful technique of a certain Mark Ryden. Born in Medford, Oregon, Ryden marries Surrealism, social nuances, emotion resonance and pop-culture references into disquieting paintings like no other.
