Clint Griffin was another happy discovery at Folk Fest. He scours dumpsters and thrift stores for discarded paintings and drawings, then collages them with each other and connects the dots with his own painting. The paintings presented layer upon layer of information and wit. Sight gags were mixed together with pathos, which was amplified by the naiveté of the paintings. He's a busy man, with representation at galleries across the country. He shows at folk galleries and events like Folkfest, which works somehow. The guilelessness of the original paintings really shines through, but when he is working with his unwitting collaborators, his eyebrow is permanently arched.