Derek tells a lot of stories. Nobody knows which are the jokes, which are the lies, and which are true. It’s the same with his many paintings: who is to say if one is funny or ugly or beautiful? Therein lies the reality: nobody knows for sure. And this is why Derek and his paintings (and his raps, and his blog, and his fortune-telling hotline, and his mail-order hamburgers, and his comics, and his Facebook posts, and his eBay items, and his Craigslist ads) are so appealing to so many different people. Each one is like an inside joke. Or lie. Or revelation.