Bipolar Artists

You are either going to be buried in dirt or burnt up in a cloud of smoke. You are either going to be eaten by bacteria or into a pile a ashes. In a thousand years if you are wrapped and buried they may find you and examine you as St. David Feingold. I think you need to start finding a cave, and a mortician that can preform the necessary preservatives for your body, a casket and a lot of fine cotton. Hell you may be the second coming of Christ. – John

Okay I’ll be nice, but you have to show that you bear on your body the marks of Jesus. We are all stigmatized as you well know, if you are stigmatic show the wounds of the wrists and feet and wound in your side from a lance. You will be brothers with St. Francis of Assisi. The first recorded stigmatic in Christian history. Some interesting ideas for imagery. Does this have to be physical or an extension of the existential expression of a spirital mind. As an addendum to this brotherly love, if I wasn’t doing this I be a criminal, killer and a bad, bad boy. I’ve only been saved from behind bars by making art. I could steal luxury cars for shipment to the highest bidder and carry an automatic if something goes awry. I do this shit for you and everyone else who needs to contribute their deepest deposits of all and every emotion. – John