I don't understand modern art. Hanging a toilet seat on a wall to represent, hypothetically, the inner angst and repression of women in patriarchal societies is a bit of a stretch, and to be frank, I'd rather make words with my alphabet soup than pretend that I have any fucking clue what the artist's point is.
But one could argue that my point of view is limited, and I'd then ask, can YOU make thirty-two words from a bowl of Campbell's?
About Me
- R
- I'm a human. I'm a woman. A thinker. An optimist. A defier of odds. An artist. A lover of creativity, sponteneity, and being s t i l l. A dabbler. In yoga, in dance, in languages. A scientist. A little bit random. A lover of life.
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