What is art? Soul and inspiration flowing for a river….
In the garden of a rich man who decides and distributes…
And for the artist the art is to be frozen to death..
But wait! What is an artist? Do you know? Of course…
Anyone makes a tendency of himself and shows it and hides
on its job to obviate the budget,
Tell me what remains of your art if I remove the budget…
Nothing..it does not shoot your Minolta, negative concept,
without Light, grey as Travolta…
To the tail like thousands of pathetic servile of those
mercenaries vile pseudos artists they are shorts...
His soul for a reasonable price…
“Revelation” for a blowjob to critic in newspaper,
and say me, do you sleep calmly?
Is it pure the air that you breathe?
If you re a convict f a Museum who trades with lies…
“Less is more” Vander Rohe said…and we do not see the peace, the gold corrodes them,
and I came of to support venid the guard,
Rich neo-rebels are not equivalent to forefronts….
Unnecesary quotations, they allude to the sacred thing to do
of nothing a macro, it is a sham of a World in ochre tones…
Politician of shift and mediocre intellectual ,
I do not swallow this theatre…
Photos, parties and cocktails, and do you believe that the amount imports the most minimal thing for them if minimum they fall two of three?
We go, do the accounts, buddy, and tell me if to organize a bienal show is not a bussiness…Vampires of the sense, act in sinesthesia, to the pocket for the alone eye with “art-anesthesia”…
And the gallery is a church,
You ask me why do they continue?
If the bitches who there exhibit, cry, swallow and smile….
AESTHETICS REFLEXION
2007