Art is largely pretentious
with the need to deconstruct
it
analyse
it
or explain
it
in some sort of deep and meaningful
way
but none of you cheese-eating-port-drinkers will never know what goes
on
inside an artist’s
head.
A lot of the time there is no hidden
meaning;
a lot of the time, it is what it is
and most of the times it’s just bollocks
like a lot of this “CONTEMPORARY
ART”
that just mocks
the critics
for being so gullible.
[1] Headline from The Independent (26/5/2016)