Yeah, I like him. Who doesn't? I went to an exhibition of his work in D.C. when I was little. I was drawn in by his attention to detail, his sense of humor, his colors, his compostion, basically everything in his pictures. Before heading home, my mom bought a little book with hundreds of his images. I would spend hours leafing through it, and I still do, sometimes. I think it was when I was at that exhibition that I truly knew that I wanted to be an artist when I grew up. Here are a couple of my favorites:
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