The exploration of truth, beauty, and composition have been abandoned for the permanent adolescent smirk that comes along with shocking and embarassing your parents. It’s all one big inside joke.
Perhaps the “artist” will meet his untimely demise and we can cram a giant Estes rocket up his nethers and launch him in the name of postmodernism, deconstructivism, or whatever they’re calling it these days.
June 5th, 2012 at 9:54 am
“Art” ceased to be a long time ago.
The exploration of truth, beauty, and composition have been abandoned for the permanent adolescent smirk that comes along with shocking and embarassing your parents. It’s all one big inside joke.
Perhaps the “artist” will meet his untimely demise and we can cram a giant Estes rocket up his nethers and launch him in the name of postmodernism, deconstructivism, or whatever they’re calling it these days.
June 5th, 2012 at 10:44 am
“Encapsulate the spirit of melancholy. Easy. Boom, a sad desk. Boom, sad wall. It’s art. Anything is anything.” –Ron Swanson
June 5th, 2012 at 10:50 am
It’s kinda cool creative taxidermy, but certainly not what I would call art.
June 5th, 2012 at 10:59 am
and cue my nightmares about flying zombie cats in 3,2,1…
June 5th, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Ceiling Cat is not pleased. “Artist” will be spending time with Basement Cat.
http://www.goddiscussion.com/62976/apo-cat-lypse/basement-cat-eats-souls/
Let’s hope he sees this outside of his window.
http://www.lolcatbible.com/index.php?title=File:Soitbegins.jpg