Yeah... I got that. Thanks.
So ok, let's run with it. Here's my artwork that I could have done, that you ask why I didn't do:
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It was hard to find this ready made sculpture because apparently mother ◊◊◊◊◊◊◊ don't smoke anymore.
So I call it
Hate. It represents our self destructive impulses (duh, smoking) as well as our contempt for the wider community (duh, littering). It also hearkens to smoke and ash of burning crosses and holocosts and stuff. And here's the cool part: it doesn't get displayed in a museum, because hate is blowing in the wind and alive on our streets as we speak. You have to follow
Hate around as it works its way through your community. And heres the clincher: youll eventually get tired of looking at it and turn away, putting it out of your mind, allowing it to continue its spread. People get busy. Cigarette filters don't decompose well, so the hate will remain for a long time, getting more rotten. Yet we will make more.
I wrote a Certificate of Authenticity on a piece of scrap paper, so don't try to steal my ◊◊◊◊.
So there you go. Minimal effort bull ◊◊◊◊ with a trite narrative attached. Unlike
Comedian, Hate's actually original. So wheres my ◊◊◊◊◊◊◊ 6 million smackeroonies?
Art has very little to do with content, and a lot to do with narrative.
Hate wont make me millions because an art gallery hasn't told you it should.