the best of your worst, made public.

two parts catharsis, one part sarcasm, a dash of humility, sprinkle with humor. cocktail umbrella optional.

The former Anomalady Bad Arts Collective originated from the toxic mashup of too many late nights, too many bottles of Texas Red jug wine, and too much Agonizing Artist Syndrome.. which is to say, crippling self-importance, self-critique, and eventual resignation from creating itself.

While treatments vary, the symptoms of AAS can be allayed through a painful process known as public humiliation. This then gives way to the ultimate goal; acceptance of oneself and one's own bad art.

This is the place to post your worst poetry, prose, photos, paintings, or anything else you'd rather not let see the light of day. You masochist, you.