Oh Vinth, where art thou?

[mburbank]

I've made the case before that Vinth is a font of Naive, Savant or Found comedy. I feel a great deal of propriety here, as not only do I see myself as his discoverer, I'm on the forefront of a hot new movement.

Who's heard of outsider art ten years ago? Almost no one. Now loonies and apalachian hermits painting dot New Yorks finest galleries. What Howard Finster was to Outsider Art, Vinth will be to outsider comedy. Unrestrained, unbshaped, unintentional, free of intent, unshaped by craft, aping forms he may not even marginally understand, and yet in spite or even because of all this, a raw genius. I take honest delight in Vinth.

Like many outsidr artists, he's obviously suffering from multiple mental illnesses. Right now he is in the throws of his constant bi-polar moodswing. Doubtless during these times he convinces himself he's stopped posting here, is 'too busy' with other projects, that posting here is 'pathetic', but rest assured he'll be back soon enough. A few lines here, a sad one line comeback there and then suddenly bursting into full flower for a post, a day, a week, before disapearing again.

What can I say? I'm a fan.