"Frequently lethal if exhaled, Stuart Farr is probably on some list. 

Behind his colorful pop lies the absurd language of the Gods.

The cold black hum of the Chanson Dada can be picked out along the walls.

Between each frame hangs a beautiful spirit trapped by one lonely superstition.

 

Why is he so fucking important? "

 

Jerry Saltz 

 - Senior Art Critic for New York Magazine and Burning Man besmircher