The plague has been cancelled due to illness.
Coming this summer to a gallery show near you: comes a roller-coaster coastline of cheap thrills and cheaper spills born from the seedy underbelly of North Texas.
He was a loner on the run from the dystopian nightmare of Richardson, TX, before he caught his big break at the Booker T. Washington School of Arts in the big city. There he learned the arcane craft of sewing, drawing and painting. He ignored the warnings, he scoffed the snobs, he scavenged the wastes and chose to create a rag-tag group of dolls and soft-sculpture monstrosities out to win the hearts and minds of his audience. His twisted desires posed in ink, oil and watercolors, bastardizing the barriers between group portraits and still-lives, and vandalize galleries as exhibits themselves.
He thought they were his only friends. He thought they were his artist models. He thought they ensure him a place in fine-art history.
He was wrong. Dead Wrong.
Aza Smith: This Time, It's Business.
Rated X.