Alex Boyd is a very serious artist.  If you don’t get it it’s not because there’s nothing to get, it’s because you don’t understand art.  He’s dealing with serious themes that challenge our preconceived notions of subjects and ideas relevant to the most pressing existential conundrums of modern existence and stuff like that.  He’s a true iconoclast.  When he’s not smashing icons or being forcibly ejected from various houses of worship for smashing their icons he’s making art that your two year old couldn’t come close to making so don’t even try that shit.

Alex lives the life of a true bohemian in a neighborhood so hip he won’t say where it is so that the Philistines don’t move in and ruin it with their Starbucks lattes and Arby’s roast beef sandwiches. All he’ll say is that it’s somewhere in Denver.