After the incident (which was a non incident), I attempt to rebuild with no building materials... See what I mean below...
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"Run Run" by Richard F. Yates (HF)
[Liner pen and highlighter on notebook page with digital embellishments and color tweaking.] Gotta get away! ---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
https://nftshowroom.com/gallery/richardfyates_back-to-primitivity_run-run-by-richard-f-yates-hf
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"Peace Bro" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
[Digital drawing created in a no-longer-supported, free sketch app on my phone.] The Space Brothers are just a bunch of intergalactic hippies! (But they got the sweet hook-ups!) ---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
https://teia.art/objkt/823401
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"Becoming the Maze" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
[Felt pen and brush pen on reclaimed cardboard with digital embellishments and color tweaking.] Some people get LOST in the maze. I didn't just find myself in the labyrinth, I realized that I WAS the maze all along... (How was THAT for some hippie bullshit!?!) ---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
https://objkt.com/asset/KT1F94smAkoLSgNT7PLaxYj7Ba1SKqXfGjsY/408
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"Slime" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
[Crayon on construction paper with digital embellishments and color.] I have a confession to make. I grew up on MOUSE movies, including things like ABSENT MINDED PROFESSOR and BLACKBEARD'S GHOST and WATCHER IN THE WOODS... AND I still love those films! (As an anti-capitalist, anarchist, punk, Dada-lovin' weirdo, I'm not supposed to enjoy FAMILY ENTERTAINMENT, but I do... And I'm old enough, now, that I don't give a sh!t who knows it... Ha! ---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
https://objkt.com/asset/KT1F94smAkoLSgNT7PLaxYj7Ba1SKqXfGjsY/409
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A few days ago, I submitted a piece of artwork to The Museum of Crypto Art for a big project they are working on. (Check they're website here: https://museumofcryptoart.com/ ) Here is the image that I submitted:
Don't know if my silly drawing will be accepted for the project, but I sent it anyway.
I also sent the image to a good friend of mine, Mr. Richard O'Brien (not the one from ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW) because I have sent thousands of images to him, and now I can't stop. He saw the image and wrote a story based on it... THIS is that story:
"Bliss" by Richard O'Brien
Humans. An arrogant and curious folk we are. And so our exploration of the universe and the ultimate truth did continue.
In the year 3695, there was no other topic of discussion on the planet other than the pursuit of answers to mankind’s greatest philosophical questions. It was truly the only thing that mattered: the awesome, insatiable human mind stopping at nothing to discover the meaning of life.
The development of a new spacecraft capable of travelling the speed of light to the 8th power allowed six humans and a monkey to traverse the billions of light years to the edge of the universe in mere weeks.
The craft was programmed to stop at the very edge of the universe, and, on that special day, the crew did begin raising the shield from the massive windshield. What would they find? Was the edge ever-expanding? Would they witness it? If the universe truly ended where the ship sat, what was beyond? What does the absence of space look like? The shield slowly raised and the crew of six humans and a poo-throwing monkey waited with the deepest anticipation, as did the billions of people on Earth watching remotely. The shield was finally completely raised, and the answer was revealed (artist’s rendering above). They stared into a fanged maw that spanned a thousand galaxies.
The catatonic humans could only stare with wide eyes and mouths agape. It was the monkey that suggested they get the hell out of there. Not one word was spoken as the ship made its return voyage and crew members were greeted by a global public that was in just as much shock.
At a burger place called Grizzly, the original crew gathered and, after a year, one of the members spoke the first words on Planet Earth since the ultimate mystery of the universe was revealed.
He said, “This milkshake is pretty good.” The rest of the crew stared at him, and a few minutes later they responded all at once: “Yes, good milkshake” “Hits the spot” “Agreed” “They use real ice cream” “I like the way that this milkshake tastes in my mouth.”
And, from that day on, no human ever asked a question about truths or explored existential philosophy – the only pursuit of mankind was to find other great milkshakes in our own world. To be fair, it was a damn fine milkshake.
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THANK YOU MR. O.! The story was fantastic!!!
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Will it? Won't it? Does it? Don't it? "Hey Moe!?" Is the world black and white? I'm fairly sure that color doesn't exist. I'm also fairly certain that time, gravity, physicality, and fad diets ONLY EXIST in our minds. I'm right on the verge of transcending this physicality and projecting into fractal ambiguity of DEEP WEIRDNESS... Wish me luck! (More art to follow!!!)
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For no reason, here is a poem, in haiku format but with all the seriousness of a Twinkie God demanding crackers as a sacrifice...
Helmet hath sharp claws.
My waterfall breath came back.
The picture moaned on!
Thank you. We now return you to normality...
---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
richardfyates@proton.me
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