All Epochs Must Pass
I’ve been locked into a Cubist epoch for the past seven days. At the outset, I was extremely prolific, producing two paintings over the course of two days. Since last Friday, however, I have been toiling away on what I have decided must be the last of my Cubist works.
A floccinaucinihilipilificator might suggest this piece belongs in a dumpster behind an orphanage.
But it doesn’t. It is pulchritudinous. And sublime. And very, very lumpy.
Here is my ‘Late Cubism’ masterpiece, entitled Self Portrait, or also, The Bulge.