I may be a little man, but I fart like a polar bear.

 This post is complete BS.   I'm the founding member of Shitfart Galleries.   I'm going to show paintings painted by painters who fart, loudly, unpredictably and happily.   Art appreciators are welcome to come fart with the artists and  me.   I like to fart, loudly, with strangers, who are farters waiting to make more friends who paint paintings and fart. 

I  need people to understand me.   There is no relationship between art objects and flatulence.  The two integers stand alone and mute among what  Shitfart Galleries are, philosophically.  
Art lovers are free, encouraged, in some cases, for extra-ordinary shit, paid to break wind.   I shall install turbine generators that make malodorous free electricity.   Everyone should fart for lower utility costs.  But it's more than that.   We have feelings

I feel better farting!