Jessica made me go look at Belgian painters. Freaky, obsessive Belgian
painters who tried
to start some new school of thought involving the mad and the crude
and... eh.
I don't know. There was one work called "Will To Power" that freaked
my shit out, because
it embodied both the concept and its sly, sneaking opposite -- with
a possible undercurrent of
racism, classism... hell. I could write an essay on the thing.
Anyway. That's where this came from. In a way. Sort of.