I don’t get art. We went on a field trip to this museum and the teacher showed us a picture of some guy with a face made of a shovel. I dunno, I guess someone thought it was cool cuz the curator guy said it’s worth a bunch of thousands of dollars, but I have no idea why. Imagine if he’d used a pitchfork or maybe a rake! What would that be worth? Hey, maybe the guy should make a whole series of ‘em. He could make a killing! Whoa! I should do it! I don’t know if I can paint, but how hard can it be? This guy wasn’t so hot at it – the handle on the shovel wasn’t even straight. He had some poetry or something scribbled all over his. Maybe I’ll get my friend, Tyrone to think up what to put. He’s an awesome rapper. He’s got flow and all that. He could scribble somethin’ slick on it and he’s got a cool tag he could put on the bottom…..
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- Written by: Joyce Storey