a monkey
******
the art of kurt Cobain NOT the music, the Quay brothers inspired paintings.
****** was a painter and pretty good at it too, better than most.
A ***** perfectly sculpted to have the face of Bill Clinton.
Perfectly him.
So disturbing yet not at all.
The ******* ******* fake artist Jackson Pollack , (please don't ******* tell me about innovation. Any idiot can sling paint ). and his lame *** drug addled hillbilly cousin Andy the **** whit Warhol. Complete **** con man. **** ***** and slime all the way through. Corporate repetition, not even imaginative. Not even original or innovative.
My opinion of art matters about as much to me as mine does to you.;
The difference is I know better.
I produce and I am better'
I don't see light and shadow and texture like you.
I don't interpret notes measures tones and chords like you.
I sculpt. I compose. I perform. Do I seem scared or ashamed ?
Why should I be?
I don't think and feel like you, thank god .
Yeah, yeah we are all beautiful unique ****** snow flakes and all that horse ****...
but are we?
Ever wonder how beautiful Ed Gein really was?
A belt of human ******* . I'm assuming female.
Breast and **** cheeks turned into lampshades. Coverings of chairs and. Bone creations.
Ever hear the one about that poor little girl who her drug abusing alcoholic idiot? Self lobotomized parents didn't want or need her, so they made her live outside. They treated her like a dog and they made her sleep with the dogs they didn't even care. They literally fed her scraps. The fact that this was allowed to happen or did actually happen. When the authorities came. Took her away. She couldn't speak. She didn't want to walk upright. She growled and snarled and sniffed for years. So what is my point?
Is it nature or is it nurture?
Are we all truly unique and beautiful?
Are we all snowflakes?
What if some of us shine just a little bit brighter than the rest?
Or if some don't shine at all. What if they pull in light like an abyss? What if they are darkness itself?
When we let the floodgates be completely open. So that we call anything and everything art. Who gets to judge? What does the judgment even mean if it's all just subjective?
How far am I really actually supposed to respect your opinion?
A monkey.
Or two.
******.
Don’t sell me plastic-wrapped trauma and call it brilliance.
Technique, skill, and vision used to mean something.
..... "you're right: culture tries to define love, hate, good, evil, tasteful, crude. But those labels shift with time and region. Talent doesn’t. Talent remains. "............; Corey Feldman
