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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

See also here and here.

Posted by Bill at November 17, 2004 10:27 AM | TrackBack (1)

Comments

Ah, I "see." Masterful.

*pondering, whilst stroaking my goatee and relaxing in my fading Che poster-festooned academic cubicle*

Posted by: PJ [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 17, 2004 11:30 AM

A "cubicle?" What a post-post-modern testament to gauche irony.

Posted by: Bill from INDC [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 17, 2004 01:47 PM