Masterpiece by Faif // Barcelona, 2012
Jesus Fucking Christ. What the fucking fuck is wrong with artists? I can’t believe this passes as art. HERE, why the fuck don’t you just stare at you outside wall for bit, guys, it’ll save you the fucking bother of flying all the way to Barcelona to see this shit. (I mean, somebodys already taken a photo of it but…) SERIOUSLY. It’s. A WALL. IT’S A FUCKING WALL.
Just imagine, Faif, whoever they may be, sitting alone in the dark of his/her/it’s quiet, undisturbed santuary, pondering the intricacies of life when SUDDENLY, his/her/it’s imagination SRPUNG into action and jotted down these words on the sketchbook: Just build a wall.
Fucking Hell. The only… THE ONLY… thing that will save this thing from the rest of my wrath is if it has been constructed TO MOCK modern art and it’s lazy mundanity.
“Oh but Jack, it makes you think about life bar de blar de blar”
FUCK YOU. The only thing it makes me think about is how fucking pissed off I am at art critics whose PROFESSIONAL JOB (with which they actually physically earn cash) is to say ‘Oh yes but Jack…’.
I could have done that.
“Oh but Jack, you didn’t did you?”
I DIDN’T FUCKING NEED TO. THAT SECTION OF WALL CAN BE FOUND OUTSIDE MY FRONT DOOR AS PART OF A WALL THAT ACTUALLY PROVIDES SOMEBODY WITH A USEFUL SERVICE BY HOLDING UP FUCKING GODDAM PEICEOSHIT ROOFS THAT STOPS RAIN FALLING ON THEIR PRETTY LITTLE HEADS.
“Oh but look they’ve put a nice little red ribbon barrier in front as if to say: “Stand back everybody, this shit is the shit.”“
FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK