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.
Is art supposed to be useful? You can’t feed your family with the Sistine Chapel or hammer in a nail with the Mona Lisa, are they useless? Just expensive wallpaper?
If you really think like this all I can say is please try appreciating art, not just as pretty pictures but all it’s facets. I’m sure you’ll find it so much more rewarding than you think. It doesn’t take much time or money or education, just find a way to really immerse yourself in some form of art.
I understand the concept of art what I do t understand is why a box of brilliant pads is art if it’s done by some asshole and worth millions of dollars when it’s undistinguishable from a literal box of cleaning products.
I can appreciate art especially of things that are actually pleasant to look at, somebody getting flustered because there’s a couple boxes of paper towels stacked on top of each other is the opposite of that.