But I'm an Artiiist! Really? Fuck off.
Updated: Sep 3
I love art but I can’t deal with some of the pretentiousness cunts on the art scene, even the local art scene. Elitist narcissists.
Here's a bit of pretentious bollocks (for fun). Another (spoof) wanky artists statement:
My work explores the relationship between emerging sexualities and copycat violence. With influences as diverse as Kafka and Miles Davis, new insights are distilled from both traditional and modern dialogues.
Ever since I was a pre-adolescent I have been fascinated by the ephemeral nature of relationships. What starts out as contemplation soon becomes manipulated into a cacophony of futility, leaving only a sense of chaos and the unlikelihood of a new understanding.
As temporal forms become frozen through studious and critical practice, the viewer is left with a hymn to the edges of our condition.
Peregrine Rupert Ludlow Rees-Hughes
And if I printed that random nonsense out and put it in a nice frame amongst my art works or a even some art created by a monkey (same thing perhaps) at an exhibition, the art school lemmings and upper middle class twerps and the toffs and all the other smug self assured narc fucks would lap it up and purr like walruses. Fool for it.
The emporers invisible clothes spring to mind.
Fuck me. Really does make me cringe.
Detest the "scene". Art wankers.
I love the the artists that keep it real and keep their shit locked down.