Malevich: Hi Melanie! Hi Mary! Do you like my painting? What have you been doing lately? Did you guys catch my set over at the comedy club?

The fall and rise of an artist . . .
Old MacDonald had a farm. And on that farm he had an art show. With an oink oink here and an oink oink there - here an oink - there an oink - everywhere an oink oink - Old MacDonald had a farm - and Malevich the Painting Pig was the winning artist of the day.

Dear People,
As stated above I have temporarily removed all paintings on this blog. (Update March 27: Please look under 'available' for new paintings) While my paintings are back in the shop for repairs I thought that I would share a typical ‘Miss Jane’ day with you: (Day begins after being out all night with Brit' and 'em) 12:00 pm Sadness: "Boo hoo hoo why won’t anyone buy my paintings!" 12:01 Fake Happiness: " Well at least I still have all of my paintings for myself!" 12:02 Phony Bravado: "They’re all jealous! No one has the guts to buy my paintings!" 12:03 Despair: "They’ll buy paintings from this guy (see photo) but they won’t buy paintings from me!" 12:04 Light at the end of the tunnel: "My bug guy says that he LOVES my paintings because he hasn’t seen any roaches since he put one on display in his shop!" 12:05 starts painting. 12:06 Brit and ‘em calls . . .12:00pm next day . . .whole cycle starts over . . . "Boo hoo hoo . . .
Little Ballerina: Miss Jane, I heard that Mr. Degas was making little sculptures of us and he said that he would manufacture them and sell millions at the toy stores and the outlet malls. . . but you laughed and said that his idea would never work!!
Dear Diary,
Mr. Pacino: Mr. Degas isn’t it true that you took lessons from Miss Jane and that she taught YOU everything you know and that you took HER paintings and put your name on them and you took YOUR paintings and put her name on those? Mr. Degas: What?