Neckface paints in a way that you think he doesn’t care what you think, a scrawl that looks like the pen puked it across your field of vision. But Neck got a line that’s elegant and confident, like a demon dropping in the bowl at the 6th ring of hell. Obviously, there’s a hell, we’re living/painting/skating in it, and God’s got some sick moves too, she gave Neckface a lot of talent. The Devil keeps him busy, but it’s all good work. So, who is winning the battle of good and evil? All of us, duh!