I have occasionally been jealous of those ‘outsider artists’ that live in squalor well below the poverty line and get discovered by some light-loafered art dealer after which they get to live in squalor slightly above the poverty line.

I knew of some famous and prodigious makers of folk art in Nova Scotia. I could easily make stuff just as primitive as them but my education and hygiene are like an albatross around my neck.

My real unselfconscious foray into outsider art came when I discovered computers and MS Paint. Someday my Jpegs will be worth hundreds of dollars and I will eat more kraft dinner and bologna than I had ever imagined was possible.