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« The Next War is Already Here November 17, 2004
Another 'nother Manhattan Art Critic's Post
Posted by Bill There is no beauty there - only atrocity. An experience with the piece is like that of a young child who belatedly discovers that joyously hoarded Halloween candy tastes like vomit and soft scrub cleanser. A canvass full of lies. Also, pretentious. Fin Posted by Bill at November 17, 2004 10:27 AM | TrackBack (1) CommentsAh, I "see." Masterful. *pondering, whilst stroaking my goatee and relaxing in my fading Che poster-festooned academic cubicle* Posted by: PJ A "cubicle?" What a post-post-modern testament to gauche irony. Posted by: Bill from INDC |