I live by rules and standards most people would never understand. I need daily inspiration to keep going in life, seeing things in a different way. John Seven makes art that sings to me in so many different ways, more ways than I thought were even possible. He is the one and only, master of his trade most likely a… Read more

I live by rules and standards most people would never understand. I need daily inspiration to keep going in life, seeing things in a different way. John Seven makes art that sings to me in so many different ways, more ways than I thought were even possible. He is the one and only, master of his trade most likely a genius from royalty in the least. I feel lucky and always special to be able to consider him a friend and always an inspiration. If you don't see him the way I do then you are emotionally dead, classless and creatively bankrupt.

Add me to this long retinue, entourage, posse of people with the good taste to admire this assaulter of the other, misguided "good taste." This ultimate pop-culture d.j. has the best remixes, and I love the artist's take on things like sexuality and politics; the art seems to hold forth with opinions and interpretatio… Read more

Add me to this long retinue, entourage, posse of people with the good taste to admire this assaulter of the other, misguided "good taste." This ultimate pop-culture d.j. has the best remixes, and I love the artist's take on things like sexuality and politics; the art seems to hold forth with opinions and interpretations delightfully and unconventionally inhuman--maybe they're more quantum mechanical. If you're only seeing symmetry, you're not even in the front door.

i remember the first time i saw his art...it was love at first sight. I was held captive by merciless nazis, who beat me hourly to a bloody pulp, I was chained to an old fire escape, from there I could see across the alley a man taking photographs of little animated people and monsters and such every day for hours o… Read more

i remember the first time i saw his art...it was love at first sight. I was held captive by merciless nazis, who beat me hourly to a bloody pulp, I was chained to an old fire escape, from there I could see across the alley a man taking photographs of little animated people and monsters and such every day for hours on end. As I struggled to make out what he was doing, His creations would spring to life from his raw unbridled imagination and flow onto the glowing stage he had set. Every day new artworks would be produced from these magical toys and imaginary actors, making my torture almost livable. Day after day I would wait to see these new works, and my hopes would lift. Thank you for making life livable Mister Seven, my love and undying respect forever till the end of my days and then even after.

I really owe him so much he always inspires me with his art and ideas, there is no one else I can compare him to anywhere. so many times i see things in his art that reminds me of things from my past before I became jaded and formalized. John I love you for you and your art and I always always will xoxo … Read more

I really owe him so much he always inspires me with his art and ideas, there is no one else I can compare him to anywhere. so many times i see things in his art that reminds me of things from my past before I became jaded and formalized. John I love you for you and your art and I always always will xoxo Janelle

i suppose, at first, it was the uncanny resemblance to my first love, alfred. e newman. i had to peek behind the icon to further that mad pleasure surge. once i opened the gate, there was no return. brancusi7 at once ushered me into his palace of the absurd, the funny, the poignant, the brilliant and the iconoclastic. … Read more

i suppose, at first, it was the uncanny resemblance to my first love, alfred. e newman. i had to peek behind the icon to further that mad pleasure surge. once i opened the gate, there was no return. brancusi7 at once ushered me into his palace of the absurd, the funny, the poignant, the brilliant and the iconoclastic. each room, each cranny holds another deliciously irreverent combobulation of pop, satire, reallyfine art, the surreal and the sacred. i feast on a dadaesque fusion of medium and message at every turn. i lavish in the comforts of a delightfully warped and piercing humor. when it’s time to leave, i’m grateful to the kind brancusi7 for not booting me and my inane commentary out the door. it’s always playtime at brancusi7’s. welcome.