In this dystopian artificial technological hellscape we find ourselves surrounded by, bombarded with pointless "apps", fake AI slop, bots shilling scam memecoins, mandatory touchscreens in stores, QR-code restaurant menus, lowest common denominator social media content, "YouTubers", TikTok video shorts, and pretentious "politically relevant and socially important" conceptual art installations, we submit the current correct posture is to get revved up on root beer in the wee hours and make primitive childlike images from crudely cut-out construction paper, earnestly presented as fine art (WHICH IT IS.) Now if Pig will just stop nibbling on the glue sticks.

(Above: Pig's cousin Caleb sits in to observe the old masters in the workshop (my walk-in closet where also dwells Pig's Village))

The project, currently unnamed, will make its art gallery debut sometime probably in 2026, somewhere probably in California. In addition to the smaller pieces that make up the majority of the exhibit, there will also be ridiculously huge ones that take up an entire wall. We have not yet posted any formal images of finished works online yet, and we might never, in keeping with our motto "If you weren't there, then you missed it."

In the tradition of Basquiat, our artworks lay around on the floor a lot, get stepped on, get ashed on, get the occasional fingerprints and spilled Yoo-Hoo stains, and this too is an integral facet of the aesthetic, creating a patina that reflects its gestalt. Among our influences are the great illustrations that graced the pages of Humpty Dumpty magazine in its 1950s-1970s heyday.