I once saw a lady drinking beer on the street in the sunshine with no shoes on, having a laugh to herself and the occasional sing-song. Crack addiction aside, that lady was pretty happy and free to do whatever she pleased on that sunny day and I’m not afraid to admit I was jealous. This feeling swept over me once more when I was reintroduced to Brecht Vandenbroucke and his hilarious, gaudy pictures that I would give my right arm to be able to draw all day. Yes you big shot painter, you may be making thousands of pounds on portraits of the rich and famous, but have you seen what Brecht’s doing? Oh, only drawing wolves’ heads in the sky, cars doing wheelies, fat people pushing gym equipment up escalators, and people crying with joy over naked ladies. Something about the quality and the content of Brecht’s work reminds you that you can literally do whatever you want, as long as you do it well.