Showing his style on Facebook to people that know him, is not a good pie graph of acceptance. Because those you met before artistic recognition don't see the style, but you as the bell hop, crap shoveler, whatever they came to know you as. I just replaced the red light bulbs in hell when they flickered out. And that could be a great segment of "Where did they go, George?" facsimile of morons you've managed to scoop up in your walk through life while you going from larva to butterfly, lamenting until your last metamorphosis into what you would become from where you have been.