By themselves, White’s word paintings are fantastic explorations at the intersection of graphic design and fine art, but when they are enveloped in the shallow, innocuous worlds of thrift store art they become epic ironies. The chosen canvases the artist anoints with his wittily executed digs, truisms, and colloquialisms are uplifted into a new realm of chic graphic expressionism. The words weave in and out of the scene as though they fully belong, and belong they do to a new canon of kitsch-subjugation that makes bad art look and feel totally amazing.