What a long week boy howdy. - i started a few weeks ago documenting the underbelly of Mardi Gras since every time i see stories on it, they really fucking suck. "Hey Mardi Gras world statues n heads!" --- uuhh "Having that little guy from that Frodo movie as king of Bacchus was awesome, did you see how trashed he was by the time he got to Melpomene?" - shit like that.
The badass Richard Valadie invited me to hang w/ the artists of Royal Artists and see how they do what they do....and they do: Proteus, Krewe D'etat, and some other ones. I really wasn't interested in how they made that cool face, or laser beams n shit - but how does an artist (and these are all talented folks) drop that unique vision they have that pulls them to be an artist and fall into the traditional roles of Mardi Gras float painter? I'd say it was a cop out..but something deeper drives these cats to create what we boozing, kids n stroller pushin, titty flashing DD's take for granted.
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