This big bearded gregarious laughing mass of a man could give a flying 747 fuck about what you think of him. If he controlled the weather it’d be King Kong conducting an orchestra. By some accounts he shouldn’t be here, here as in alive. His art could be what a potent drug induced rampage looks like, or a ballerina freezing in first position on a feather sailing through the wind. For those that know him (including this article’s author), artist John Felix Arnold …
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