Judging from the sheer variety of soapboxes he habitually ascends, my dear friend David Schoffman must be the cleanest artist in Los Angeles.
He seems to be everywhere articulating Delphic, epigrammatic and highly quotable pronouncements meant to assure his place in the pantheon of certified cranks.
Unlike his Dada progenitors however, Schoffman has the internet, which, depending on your point of view may be a tragedy or a coincidence.
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