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Ull Hohn or Asger Jorn, the brashness in the soft decorum, monster in the Bob Ross, a fantasy that turns up frequently, of our world but - you know - different. The desire is pervasive, billions spent yearly on computer generating such for our darkened room fantasy machines. Potts are bit more drugged out than the average mainstream film producer would find acceptable, and the distinction of mass-market allowability might be an interesting one, but the most interesting painting might be that without monsters at all, instead the scene's subtle fissures of its reality cracking, painted already the world as its own caricature, the allure of every Bob Ross, difficult to ascertain what's fantasy at all, no need for monsters at all, orange creatures already erupted, go look.
See too: Ull Hohn at MD 72