Stumbling across the karmic grid
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I’ll be forgotten, but the hill I die on won’t
Everything is money laundering to those who’ve never felt anything while walking the halls of a museum
My new earbuds do not pass the smile test (they fall out when that facial expression is used) Gotta lock in now
On art critics: “This looks like it was done by a three year old” is a phrase that has echoed through the halls of museums and galleries for generations and is code for “I’m an uncultured buffoon with no taste and no understanding of artistic narrative”
On Valentine’s Day: Valentine’s Day has become a day of satire, a chance for crass institutions to take the form of something meaningful and make it silly, packaged for the classless society in which we find ourselves. (I am of course referring to candy hearts with rude phrases written on them).
I’m looking forward to keeping an eye out for these as I move from place to place at NFT NYC this year