Michael Blumenstock
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Satirical rumblings may be obscure, but the choice of your appetizer is not so secure.
Delve into sin, and fish for squid, for the troll at the station is not a kid.
Ask in the morning, and help at dusk, it's Saturn's moons that will not rust.
Picture a candy bar, ripe in spring, tis tomorrow's wishes you can sing!
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Posted Mon, 05/05/2008 - 1:53pm
Mixed Media
37"W x 30"H
2002
Could this be a linear abstraction of the solar system, or more of an anti-derivation of reality?
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Posted Fri, 04/11/2008 - 12:53am
Mixed Media
2.7" H x 9.5" W
2007
Is this perhaps the iconistic emblem of a colonial paleo-neo village that exudes charm, vulgarity of the highest sense, or only the bucolic exurbia invariance whilst delving into the event horizon of its primordial evolutionary mitochondrian post modernistic ramblings?
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