In the 1st world where money rules, all that is Art is just for fools. In minds made of solid gold, creativity has fallen cuckold to a world obsessed with the power of coins and the money hidden within a woman’s loins. Where thoughts turn to war and death, the artist breathes his last breath.
And so armed with just a disheveled trampled brush the artist fights against economies attempting to crush a sphere of lights where dreamers dream of new celestial orbs. A revolution where the beleaguered artist absorbs the disdain of media and jealous parliaments who welcome the last Muse’s irreverent lament.