MAD THRU THE AGES ART

I'll explain this. Why not? And Why? Art explains itself, doesn’t it? Oh, Who cares why. In any case, in picture form this book tells a very small piece of a very odd story. My story. Call ‘em … excerpts from the mind of a self proclaimed genius, (half of the time half mad?... khhm) created in-between while he writes fiction, literature, music, and survives. You know the story, well, their version anyway. Or do you? It seems, really though, that I just couldn’t let them sit without sharing them. Just couldn’t. Makes sense, don’t it? Each piece tells a little story of it’s own: Maybe a state of mind; maybe an observation of others or of self; and maybe, just maybe what they reflect is far too esoteric and all-be-it bizarre to justify with any explanation what-so-ever. Oh, you decide.