Bill Amundson

Over the years countless artists have portrayed themselves as intensely tormented, deeply sensitive, highly troubled individuals, a romantic cliche that both artists and their public grew to embrace, cherish, expect and in some cases, demand. I’m not immune to this line of thought myself, in fact, I recently concluded that it might be time for me to get a piece of this seemingly timeless genre for myself. Hence, PORTRAIT OF AN ARTIST.

Look at my eyes. You can tell they’ve seen way too much.
Look at the intensity with which I grasp the tools of my trade.
Look at the tattoo of Picasso’s Guernica which covers my balding pate.
And look how I’ve cut off my ear to show you that I REALLY MEAN IT.
It’s quite obvious that this artist is the Real Thing.