One of these days, I’m going to publish a coffee-table book called Big Stupid Art.

Half of it will just be about Claes Oldenburg.

A few weeks ago, I found a piece of illustration board that somebody had left on my studio desk. It was completely slathered in brown paint, with splotches of green. I was about to toss it out when I realized that it might actually be someone’s project. Honestly, I couldn’t tell whether it was just a piece of scrap for wiping paintbrushes, or a masterpiece in experimental texture and abstract color composition.

Either way, it’s mine now. I’m getting that motherfucker framed.