We have an artist in our midst, my fellow sifters and sifterettes. I bet you didn't know that, mainly because most of you spend your sifting hours half shitfaced, barely able to see the upvote button, let alone click it. (Not that I'm complaining, mind you. If it weren't for the Sift's drunk demographic there would still be a "P" next to my screen name.)

Anyway, that artist's name is Monsieur Semence Pourri, but you can call him rottenseed. And today I'd like to share a mere sample of his oeuvres, so that we may all bask in his brilliance.


The master never titles his works, so it has been left to me, his humble servant, to give each opus a name, for the sake of reference. This first one I've dubbed Magnetic Force And The Dog. Note that the arrow indicates the direction of the magnetic force, and how this leads to flux happiness. The dog in the lower right quadrant is pleased with this state of affairs, and expresses his approval with a tongue firmly jutting from its lips. The sun and the flower are a testament to the life-sustaining qualities of electromagnetism. I think.





I've bestowed the name Mona Rotten on this next one. In this piece we see the master experimenting with the Renaissance classic in a Dadaist vein. It's easy to see that he has risen to the occasion. Bold and unapologetic, this masterpiece verily shouts "I have no talent, and yet I don't care what anyone thinks about it!" It's a work that one has to revisit several times to truly appreciate.




Of course there is more to be seen, and for a small nominal donation I'd be happy to share them with you. The master can't buy his malt liquor with your applause, n'est-ce pas?

Edit: BONUS!!

The master just completed a new masterpiece, and to show that he is willing to break all the rules he even break his own by naming the work! A first! He has titled it, "My weird pee-pee by: blankfist." Notice the attention to detail on the foreskin. It's as if he has seen it up close and personal. Breathtaking.




All you aspiring young artists out there: Just quit. The master has finished what was left to be done in art. There is nothing more. I am sorry.