Abbott: His name is Feller! Feller! Bob Fellers! And when I say they’re’s only one Fellers on the team, that’s it. And the feller that pitches is Feller. There’s only… there’s other fellers on the team, but they’re’s uh… they’re’s only one Feller.

Costello: Boy, are you mixed up! Oh, you mean the feller that pitches is Feller and they’re’s other fellers on the team but they’re not Fellers.

Abbott: Now you grasp it!

Costello: Yes! I grasp it, but it keeps slipping out of my hand!

Anyway, today he died at 92 years old.

Here’s a reaction I got from someone seeing this:

Wow
You look trapped and scared
I love how your hands are just ghosted in
And your face is painted with such monstrous colors -
Makes me think of the Frankenstein monster…
Actually he also was lonely, alone, scared, misunderstood, and just trying to get through this life he didn’t ask for

I am right handed. But here is a left handed portrait I did of myself using only three colors… Blue, Brown and ORANGE!!! Why would I do such a stupid thing, you ask? Good question. Why would I? Well, it started like this… the other day I was screwing around, doing some spontaneous ‘artwork’, experimenting with pencil, gouache on canvas (gouache apparently doesn’t like canvas), some acrylic paint and black india ink. I came up with a few quick little things…

Okay, now, in full disclosure, I hate the last two. I’m not even sure why. But regardless, I did them. It didn’t take long and I had some fun. It was a study for me. I was not looking for masterpieces. Just study. I even began experimenting with my signature. So, I went to a friend of mine who really annoys me to ask for his thoughts. HE BLASTED ME. He HATED them. HATED!!! He told me some bull about me relying on the same way I have always painted and bla bla bla. So, he said I need to take three colors… orange, brown and blue and paint something. He told me to paint three things. I have only had time to do one. (Top) And look at it? WTF?? I can’t show this to anyone. So I thought I’d put it somewhere safe… a place where no one would ever see it. And that’s how it ended up here on my website.

Now, I tried to talk to this dumb friend of mine about this but he doesn’t even return my phone calls. What kind of friend of Andy is he? Doesn’t like my stuff (Doesn’t sound like an Andyfriend to me), doesn’t return my phone calls (again, not Andyfriend behavior) and steers me in a direction that gives me… THAT! (See above painting)

What the hell is happening??