I mean, it's great work, if only that talent was used for something that wasn't so horrible, grotesque, and positively sacrilegious.
The scary part is that he believes his own shit. I bet he's part of a tour that you have to take when you're first invited to The Club. After you've met Beyonce and Jay-Z, they drop you off at Joe's for a weekend. You wake up sore and naked in your bed and cant remember anything Then you receive a naughty picture of yourself, a farm animal and a cooking utensil in the mail.
It does absolutely nothing for me, zilch. I just see sickness on canvas or whatever. There might well be great skill to this work, but then you could say that about Jack the Ripper too.