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.
Nah you’ve been pretty staunchly in the “this is art just shitty art” camp iirc. I’ve just been watching this movie a lot and enjoy the image of you slicing things in half with giant wing blades. Metaphorically, of course.
Yes, and specifically I had a "this was always fed subsidized propaganda and even if it had 'subversive' qualities, they ceased to be 'subversive' as an ongoing influence some time in the last half century or so when it became the status quo establishment norm exhaustively and profitably imitated and replicated ever after" take. And I stand by it.
I think that winged guy in the clip is pretty rad. I've been compared to worse.