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.
I’m not interested in your gotcha game, be it “SEE? SEE? THIS IS A WARHOL INFLUENCE” or “HAH! LOOK AT HOW LOWBROW AND LOWLY YOUR TASTE IS.”
If I wanted more of that I’d sign up for some postgrad humanities courses with the same professors that did that the first time around.
You’re absolutely insufferable
You’re so arrogant and hostile to the unwashed masses in this thread, myself included, that I’m truly getting vivid memories of some of those college courses again.
Yes, I liked poetry that rhymed. I even liked genre art, such as Stephen Gammel’s charcoal pencil drawings of children’s ghost stories. It’s inferior to your superior (yet totally punk and subversive) sensibilities, probably.
Wash my masses
Oh, that takes me back. That rhyme-hating professor threw such a tantrum in his own class that he made one of the women in it cry because she liked Robert Frost and had the audacity to share one of his poems after being asked to do so because it did indeed speak to her.
That professor wanted to be punk and anti-establishment to the point of bullying people for not being sophisticated enough. His attitude changed over the weekend because I think the department head had a chat with him.
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You’ve already called people in this thread blue curtained ignorant consumers because they’re not seeing the evergreenly profound (and subversive, and punk™) importance and eminence you want them to see in Warhol’s work.
I didn’t do that here. At all. The thing with projection accusations is that they look false when the image being projected does not match yours whatsover.
What’s your favorite show?
Can you find a new vector for your reactive rage?
I already mentioned Coleridge and Gammel in two very different sections of the humanities and you had nothing to say about them so far. What’s the point of answering there too if you’re just going to huff and puff at me anyway?