I’m feeling jettisoned. I’ve been testing myself, pushing myself, questioning myself. …. for no good reason. Contemporary art doesn’t make sense to me. It’s so ugly. It’s so defiant. It’s counterintuitive and repugnant.
In this piece, I attempt to go with the flow. Faux-Urban industrial art thumbs its nose at beauty, but it’s an imitation of what people expect from Contemporary art. It’s not authentic. Neither am I.
So enjoy these fake letters. From this fake urbanite. Some day beauty will arise again. Until then, I’ll layer on garbage until it’s meaningful. Just like me. And probably most of you.