Sometimes we close our eyes real tight and imagine a city devoid of the constant nuisance known as Britto art. Then we look out at the horizon and see the sea. A shining beautiful blue thing completely devoid of the hyperkinetic bits of wrapping paper patterns and doodles that Britto calls art. Aha! An escape! But no more, no sir. Britto now wants to control the seas with Britto boats. Sigh. We will never escape. Never.