Bryant Kellison, contributor
There’s something in the air, something so sweet and pungent it’s making hip local artists buttloads of cash. Welcome to the world of FART, an innovative medium that makes visual art almost seem shitty: the buying and selling of bodily perfumes, sealed in jars. Many enthusiasts and creators, known as fartists, strive for uniqueness and individuality, searching for something far more aromatic than eggs or broccoli. True genius comes from within; that creative blast may emerge following a grilled cheese sandwich, that breakfast burrito slathered in runny salsa, or perhaps the dog had an off-day. Fuck, Picasso was right! It is cool to be a rip-off.