Well, how did I get here? I was walking down the street and I met this guy named Edvard Munch and he had a friend named Beckman. We hung out and talked for a while, then I walked further down the street, looked down an alleyway, and saw three people standing there. One was named Rauschenberg, the other guy's name was Kienholz - and he and his wife were dressed exactly the same. (Why do all these people only wear black?) Later I noticed this Rauschenberg guy just picking up what looked like broken things in the alley and it looked like fun to me. Down the road, I met a guy named DeKooning who introduced me to a couple of other guys named Pollock and Rothko. They sure seemed to bicker with each other a lot, but I could tell nonetheless they were all friends. (I noticed this Pollock guy dressed all in black as well...) Anyway, I still visit these different neighborhoods, depending on what mood I'm in, but I never leave the town of Expressionism. I kind of like it here.
