Sunday
Gets to me.
David Shrigley. I bought a few of his books and I can't stop. It's the kind of tongue-in-cheek, between the lines, absorbing "outsider" techniques into a faux-naif style, that completely absorb me. Yes, his work may look childish, however the messages reveling in human foibles and revealing a calculated vulnerability through his emotional outpourings, are nothing that any child I know, could create.









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