Pretty simple really, whenever going to the gallery end up getting annoyed that people can make money of that sort of carp.
Really, how is that art. I can do something better than that while drunk, naked and only using my tongue.
It is horrible.
And yet, somehow people still buy into the charade.
Bleh to them.
Anyway, journal time. Had a farewell type party, and afterwords was actually feeling really down. Everything is coming to a point, this is happening, and it isn't going to stop now. Yes it will and does create opportunities (such as plenty of privacy for art), but everything changes dramatically. Everyone and everything I know will be gone for a long time. Will have to start from scratch. So, yeah, yesterday was feeling down. Understandably I think.