Mr Boan

Brandon Boan was the nicest Swedish gypsy from Oregon I’ve ever met. His unconventional, nomadic, poor lifestyle helped me realize that I’m not that kind of artist! He is a different breed of subhuman (and by that I mean artists). It’s weird that he has an insatiable desire to create, kinda like a crack-attack. It’s admirable, but I don’t understand it because I don’t have urges to satisfy the way he does. I require structure. His work was intriguing, but I don’t think I liked it. His ideas were marvelous, and it’s not even that I didn’t like them; it’s just that I didn’t understand them. Brandon had some serious philosophies and theories cookin’ in his dome; So advanced that my tiny little brain couldn’t handle them. His in-depth exploration and questioning skills were great.