Stamp Art Makes Me Feel Like I'm The Only Girl In The World
My description: As a male adolescent, I idolized Ric Flair. It's not difficult to understand why a young male would look up to a self proclaimed "Limousine ridin', jet flyin', kiss stealin', wheelin' dealin', son of a gun. He was and still is the most decorated fake athlete of all time. The stamp acts as an edifice built on the foundation of the Ric Flair character.
Pretentious description: Does the original ambition of the American dream still exist as our national ethos? I tend to think not. Ric Flair represents the modern American dream. A student of Machiavelli, Flair achieves success at any cost. While consistently a heel (villain) throughout his boundless career, Flair consistently showered in the springs of victory with a vast array of loathsome trickery and deceit. Regardless of method, Flair's success was unquestionable as he rose to and beyond fame, fortune and glory. Ric Flair eventually became applauded for his abhorrent in ring actions. The sixteen time world champion was successful and self-aware. As he would state: "To be the man, you've got to beat the man." "To be the man..." the new and true American dream. Underneath the American flag, robed grappler and limousine, I placed a faint image. This image I took myself while in the Middle East. The image provides all the non-Championship gold color in the stamp. In our present day context, this stamp presents a link between both sides in the "War on Terror." I particularly like how the stamp is in fact from from the US of A, but only the word "COUNTRY" stands prominent. Decadence does not just belong to its obvious owners. Perhaps in an unfortunate sense, humans are more alike then we would like to admit.