I mean, once or twice, fine, high praise, it was the only fantasy flick a lot of people have seen, that's cool. But Every Single Painting? Come ON! They can't ALL look like Labyrinth! I can count on the fingers of one pancreas the number of times David Bowie in vinyl has shown up in a painting!
I'm not one of those people who insists that my work be an absurd originality devoid of any other influence--there is nothing new under the sun, and I am nothing if not the sum of my influences--but this is starting to wear on me, and a groove the thickness of a runty bucky ball is being slowly worn in the enormous basalt slab of the foundation of my confidence.*
And the worst part is that I haven't seen the movie in ten years, but because I keep hearing "It reminds me of "Labryinth!" I'm terrified to go rent it, for fear that I'll cement some kind of Hensonesque doom and never paint anything that doesn't remind people of Labryinth again.
*Don't get me wrong, I'll die before it's undermined at that rate, but still!