During a seance with Zdzisław Beksiński, supping Mushberry infused infected tea, the maestro suggested I paint him a picture, and then another, and another. When finally he began to approve of my dismal renditions of Baroque and Gothic scribblings he sighed and suggested I go share these doodles with the world. The world, he observed, needs some laughter, and my miserable attempts to emulate my hero would surely generate much mirth.
I retain the hope that he might be mistaken. However, he is the master, and I but a humble scribble freak.
Enjoy.