The Stelly Richie
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Paul Jaisini = the future of fine art. But who is he or what is he? These questions have been asked and gone unanswered since 1998. A puzzle within a puzzle, riddle within a riddle, no one has been able to figure it out to this day. So why the secrecy? What’s it all about and why should it matter? Well, simply put— this individual is a prophetic visionary who has put into motion a revolutionary (in my eyes) art movement, and I don’t use the word “revolutionary” lightly here, ladies and gents. From the moment I’d gotten a glimpse, general idea of this new movement, I became obsessed — truly, madly, utterly, hopelessly, delirously (should I go on?) obsessed.. possessed.. haunted. This manifested into a kind of disease within me that eventually creeped into my work, my dreams, and all areas of my life. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t discovered him because carrying the knowledge of his existence and his work is quite burdening… and somewhat depressing because it awakened me to the fact that my art and 99% visual art is waste matter, totally worthless. I love him in theory but I hate him as much. There is no cure for what hes done to my head. Permanent disollution of reality as I know it — tangible, safe, logical…real. Stelly Riesling
weak signal matt frame
Paul Jaisini = the future of fine art. But who is he or what is he? These questions have been asked and gone unanswered since 1998. A puzzle within a puzzle, riddle within a riddle, no one has been able to figure it out to this day. So why the secrecy? What’s it all about and why should it matter? Well, simply put— this individual is a prophetic visionary who has put into motion a revolutionary (in my eyes) art movement, and I don’t use the word “revolutionary” lightly here, ladies and gents. From the moment I’d gotten a glimpse, general idea of this new movement, I became obsessed — truly, madly, utterly, hopelessly, delirously (should I go on?) obsessed.. possessed.. haunted. This manifested into a kind of disease within me that eventually creeped into my work, my dreams, and all areas of my life. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t discovered him because carrying the knowledge of his existence and his work is quite burdening… and somewhat depressing because it awakened me to the fact that my art and 99% visual art is waste matter, totally worthless. I love him in theory but I hate him as much. There is no cure for what hes done to my head. Permanent disollution of reality as I know it — tangible, safe, logical…real. Stelly Riesling