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.
A potentially more accessible example of this comes from Mike Shinoda’s live streams during quarantine. In an hour and a half he writes a full Hybrid Theory style song from scratch and he explains how it works at every single step. Without the explaining he could have done it way faster. It wasn’t a ton of effort, which is presumably why Linkin Park stopped sounding like that after a certain point. But it’s still a popular form of art that people from less high brow circles have widely recognized as such.