And I cannot stress this enough: bury their bones in an unmarked ditch.
Those are original Warhol boxes. Two Brillos, a Motts and a Campbells tomato soup. Multiple millions worth of original art, set on the floor by the front door.
Theres a regular customer whom i do plumbing work for, for the last 3 or 4 years. These belong to her. She also has Cherub Riding a Stag, and a couple other Warhols that i cannot identify, along with other originals by other artists that i also cannot identify. I have to go back to her house this coming Monday, i might get photos of the rest of her art, just so i can figure out what it is.
Even though i dont have an artistic bone in my entire body, i can appreciate art. I have negative feelings on private art like this that im too dumb to elucidate on.
eat the fucking rich. they are good for nothing.
In this thread: “this is stupid”
“It’s supposed to be stupid, that’s what makes it art”
“But it’s still stupid”
“But that’s why it’s art”
Ad infinitum
post-modern art: “You idiots will literally buy anything. Here’s some trash, a urinal, and a painting of a can of soup.”
the art world: “HAHA FUCKER JOKE’S ON YOU I’LL START THE BIDDING AT $1.2 MILLION!”
As long as it can be used to launder money, it’s art
Any criticism of the art is also art that amuses the all wise and all knowing master artist smugly looking down from art heaven, amused by people that thought he was a piece of shit.
It is funny to me how he got nominally capitalist people to buy and display a picture of Mao in their homes, irregardless of how he embellished or defaced it, which was very likely done with no intention of commentary because getting the buyer to believe their interpretation is your intention is important to making it more expensive.
Synthesis: it is art, but it’s also stale and pretentious art that has the pretense of being eternally subversive even after decades of being the status quo in the art world, exhaustively imitated and repeated ever since.