Alejandro Dron forwarded me a link to this odd site. Fast women, loose cars and tapping some fine art booty, that's leading a life of affluence and influence is all about. Perhaps Eliot could have been saved from a world of hurt if his browser had taken him to this Emperor's Club page .
Fine is the line between the lovely young thing selling sexual favors and the desperate artist pitching his/her deepest inner most essence in a visual form. Unfortunately the for the artist, there's a decidedly different marketability between the two commodities, and it's not in the artist's favor.
Fortunately, there are some maykrs within our discipline who venture forth in the face of such indifference, creating their work in an unapologetic and uncompromising way; like this guy. So unique is his form of practice, and so obviously committed to this aesthetic program is he, that I think he'd certainly scoff at any suggestion that he pander to some patron or audience by, say, using brushes or putting on some pants.