Rendered through a self-portrait in a yellow atmosphere where clocks don’t work, Art wishes to share his thoughts with you, defacing the facades of Los Angeles and New York.
Art is an inside joke.
Art writes in the third person, omniscient.
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Art is an inside joke. 
