An Artistic Masterpiece, From the Beginning

Behold! Behold the glory of my glowing beauty. A beauty that shall surely crumble empires and set sail a thousand ships.



For those of you following my exploits diligently, will surely remember a previous post touting my rise to fame on the cover of the Oxford Town, only the largest, independent entertainment magazine available, for free, on every street corner and hazy coffee shop in Oxford, MS.

The above artistic rendering (a silver etching on paper) has won multiple awards and accolades around the highly regarded Mississippi art circuit. Most recently it was the recipient of a purchase award. Apparently individuals or corporations will donate a chunk of cash to an art show, so that the more qualified judges can pick the best pieces, buy them and present them to the donater to hang in his/her corporate headquarters.

This means that somewhere in the bowels of some soulless, faceless corporation a depressed, pale, low level employee will stumble down the drab gray hallway and his eyes will fall upon a glorious work of art, which may inspire him to throw of the shackles of corporate oppression and return to his childhood dreams of being an artist. Or, more likely, pimply teenage lads will be throwing pickle slices at it as it hangs in the break room of the Burger Hut in Itawamba, Mississippi. Either way, I am inspiring others.

A few centuries from now future generations will study it in great detail, write long winded thesis about it and finally, after saving for years, will make their way to Paris, wait in line outside the Louvre, only to shuffle past while thinking, "Hmm, I thought it would be bigger."

I suppose credit should be given to the artist, my best friend, Christopher Brady (AKA Clib). However, one could argue that he has churned out literally hundreds of masterful works of art, none as well received as the one of me. Could it be the subject of the work is more important than the artist? It appears so.

This testament to my beauty can only lead me to one unfailing conclusion: If it were not for my ego, I would be perfect.