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.

    • UlyssesT [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
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      1 year ago

      Also, have you ever in your whole history of posting here ever given up on an argument?

      Between this and your above post, I think you’re getting far too hostile toward not only me but also people in this thread that subjectively don’t appreciate (or even see) what you think is so important that you’re apparently looking down on them for not “getting it.”

      There isn’t much good that can come of this exchange at this point.

        • UlyssesT [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
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          1 year ago

          I’m not interested in your gotcha game, be it “SEE? SEE? THIS IS A WARHOL INFLUENCE” or “HAH! LOOK AT HOW LOWBROW AND LOWLY YOUR TASTE IS.”

          If I wanted more of that I’d sign up for some postgrad humanities courses with the same professors that did that the first time around.

            • UlyssesT [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
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              1 year ago

              You’re so arrogant and hostile to the unwashed masses in this thread, myself included, that I’m truly getting vivid memories of some of those college courses again.

              Yes, I liked poetry that rhymed. I even liked genre art, such as Stephen Gammel’s charcoal pencil drawings of children’s ghost stories. It’s inferior to your superior (yet totally punk and subversive) sensibilities, probably.

                • UlyssesT [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
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                  1 year ago

                  Oh, that takes me back. That rhyme-hating professor threw such a tantrum in his own class that he made one of the women in it cry because she liked Robert Frost and had the audacity to share one of his poems after being asked to do so because it did indeed speak to her.

                  That professor wanted to be punk and anti-establishment to the point of bullying people for not being sophisticated enough. His attitude changed over the weekend because I think the department head had a chat with him.