I'm with '#': if I see another sprayed "Hand of Artist", I'm going to scream. And what's with all the "Running Animal We Haven't Thought of a Name For Yet"'s? When are these guys going to start exploring the boundaries between the 'otherness' of our culturally-iterated personae and the perception (mask) of the semiotic within (without?) the colonized inn(t)er/dis/course of what is called 'the real' and what is not called 'transformation'?

Even the odd still-life would be refreshing. What I'd give for a "Yellow Flowers in Vase", not to mention a "Bowl of Fruit".