We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I was an art major in college, so I guess I should think this is just wonderful, but as I have matured, I have come to think of this kind of art as GARBAGE. Really, if you had obscured the signature and said one of your 'puppettes' had painted it when they were in first grade, I would believe you. This is one of those 'the emperor has no clothes' moments, methinks.
It has a text --it's allegorical --on the surface where we are it is all cool and green and full of the small things which occupy our days. But down below, there are big things only --the big things we do that are too hot for us and thus are waiting for us if we let ourselves fall through that hole.
His colors remind of the so-called Fauvists --the school that 'replaced' the Impressionists and was the avant garde before it too was sent to the showers by the new Cubists --Braque and Picasso in the van.
(i know --way too cut and dried, such 'school' refs)
Lots of folks dislike this or that school of art just on that grounds --they don't want to be told by some 'expert' what is or isn't good art. The irony is, that same spirit is probably what animated the artist to create the work.