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i've been powerlurking the emily carr (art institute) webpage trying to drive myself to JUST GO. managed to spend 40 minutes there or so. it's so crappy. i wanted to be filled with inspiration, instead i was filled with contempt. it's all crap, north american landscapes, emily carr and the upper floors where everything was "interesting". i hate "interesting" when art stopped being beautiful and had to be "interesting" everyone disappeared up their own ass. long gone are the days of craft and skill. artists make shit because they have no genuine skill, then they come up with self indulgent bullshit about it, then if that self indulgent bullshit can make a critic feel smart for "getting it" and spew out some poncy hogwash to impress his peers and make himself feel superior to his readers, then and only then is it art. a bunch of chapattis on a rug is just that; it's not art, it's something that needs to be cleared away. if you have to explain to an egotist why something is "interesting" it's not art, it's fucking balls.

did these people never read the emperor's new clothes?
apparently not

i burnt the roof of my mouth on hot coffee, i burnt my tongue on hot sauce and i burnt my finger on the toaster oven...i feel like joan of arc