Manifesto
I am for an art that is unforgettable.
I am for an art that makes me cringe.
I am for an art that has nice lighting.
I am for an art that is ‘roids & ‘ramics.
I am for an art that is falling asleep in Gary May’s class while watching Apocalypse Now.
I am for an art that causes me to lose sleep.
I am for an art that involves voyeurism.
I am for an art that causes bumps in my hair.
I am for an art that is eco-friendly.
I am for an art that grips a purple drank.
I am for an art that is rearranging magnetic letters to spell out “Moms Beefy Victim” when I’m in the studio by myself.
I am for an art that is about freaks and geeks.
I am for an art that involves traveling.
I am for an art that consumes veggie burgers.
I am for an art that just because you are an art kid doesn’t mean you don’t have to shower.
I am for an art that rides the D-Train.
I am for an art that looks out the window of Peace at Safari Vest.
I am for an art that is wet and rusty.
I am for an art that is muscle ‘n flow.
I am for an art that makes me feel like I’ve consumed too much caffeine.
I am for an art that explores abandoned buildings.
I am for an art that appreciates other cultures.
I am for an art that has multiple exposures.
I am for an art that makes up secret languages.
I am for an art that makes me contemplate life.
I am for an art that eats baby carrots with ranch dressing.
I am for an art that is in search of the perfect cup of coffee.
I am for an art that frolics on fake grass at 3 am.
I am for an art that makes me think and doesn’t make me think.
I am for an art that is hipster-free.
I am for an art that glitters.
I am for an art that makes my hair straight.
I am for an art that drops a deuce after a morning’s cup of coffee.
I am for an art that is as close as you can get without getting your eyes wet.
I am for an art that involves big sunglasses.
I am for an art that is being barefoot in the sand.
I am for an art that involves copious amounts of alcohol on the weekends or weekdays for that matter.
I am for an art that deals with my pseudo homeland of New Zealand.
I am for an art that eats friskets and fwheat fwins.
I am for an art that gives me chills.
I am for an art that makes me question my existence.
I am for an art that makes me look like Kim Cattrall when I’m 50 years old.
I am for an art that kills the crickets and spiders that reside in my bedroom.
I am for an art that lets me get out my macro lens.
I am for an art that makes delicate flowers.
I am for an art that remembers to take my vitamins every morning.
I am for an art that is getting the jackpot of seeds in the middle of a pomegranate.
I am for an art that has brass knuckles.
I am for an art that has coffee talks.
I am for an art that will leave you raw.
I am for an art that knows my sauce preference.
I am for an art that that is ambiguous and androgynous.
I am for an art that creates art.
I am for an art that makes me want to live life.
I am for an art that is what it is.
I’m for an art that isn’t for an art.
2 comments:
Oh how things have changed... But not really!
this is so ridiculous!!!
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