Saturday, 19 September 2020

hogwash

My art espouses the paradoxically preeminent conundrum that art is simultaneously an expression and a critiqie of... *record scratch* 

Fuck that! This is a look into my head; what it's like, the things unsaid. It is not a political statement about the deteriorating state of the world. The world will go the way of the hand basket because 7 billion odd people are goading it on. I'm just trying to figure out how to deal with the inevitable crash of 7 billion people perpetuating trash. 
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