this post minus the beiginnin has summed up what ive been feeling about art since i got the letter from rit sayin i was accepted. last quarter i took an art history class on installation art. a history that is not even 50 yrs old.... n yet, the teacher talked like a contemporary modernist idiot. "this artist utilized the space by declaring the negative space as a void in the unknown of spacial irrelevent of its essence." n by that i got "the artist couldnt figure out what to do w/ the negative space, so he typed up a page long artist statement bullshitting his way into using that area as part of his work." or in more lamen terms "the artist is an idiot n needs to get the fuck out of starbucks n do better work then 4 fuckin blue cubes the size of fake ass ego" its four like 4 foot cubes against a white wall. thats it..... nothin more, nothing less. 4 cubes, on a floor, by a wall. a white one. the way the gallery came... i bust my ass to draw, to paint, to sculpt, to print, n i get my ass torn out to make 2 assholes, n this guy
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