I love art, but I've gotta be honest with you...a lot of "artists." Well, I kind of, sort of, sorta kinda don't love them that much.
My Brain Hates Me, But I Hate It More | SUCK ON THAT, COUCH GIRL!
Like a money shot from a first time male porn star with exceptionally bad aim.
"What's that? Oh, so let me get this straight...just to make sure I've got it right...you're saying that this wooden plank you've gone and leaned against the wall is meant to to represent the suffering of the Sudanese in Darfur?"
"Yep."
"Fuck you. Bend over drop your pants and spread your ass cheeks because I feel like ramming a bowling ball full of Anthrax up there you fucking jackass."
When I was in High School there was a girl in my art class who painted nothing but couches.
Fucking couches...Sectionals. Leather. Sometimes love seats. When she was feeling really wacky and out there maybe even a recliner.
The fact that that couch girl did seem to have everyone fooled did annoy me a bit though...
What do I do when I'm annoyed?
Well, I set out to put the wrong things right. Like the Crow. Minus being dead, and the kick ass powers, and the cool bird.
Read all of this, I offer my seal of approval.