This is best read in an exaggerated Texan drawl.
Hey, looky what we have in this here art gallery, seems to me like we're in the presence of a work of art! Look at you with all yer aesthetic contours and subtle NUances that hint at postmodern alienation... ain't that just peachy! And what's this? Someone's got a fancy little label too, eh? What's that artist's name there, is that Dutch? Belgian? Is that middle name there somethin' African or Indian or somethin'? Your artist sounds pretty damn cosMOpolitan to me. Oooh, and it says here you are "untitled"! Well excuse me, Untitled. You don't mind if I call you that, do ya? After all, it is kinda your title, otherwise if you were actually untitled you would have no title, right? But your title suggests its own lack there, dunnit? Whoa, that is some prOfound stuff right there! It's like a paradox or somethin', right?
Nice dimensions and materials you've got listed there too... says here you were made in 2012. Nice and young piece of art you are, eh Untitled? Ya must be pretty proud and all with all these here stylish anDROgynous types checkin' you out like that, holdin' a glass of wine in one hand and a brochure in the other. Check out them fancy eyeglasses and scarves and hats and funky tights they be wearin' as they tilt their heavy education-filled heads to the side, shiftin' their weight on one leg while contemplatin' yer existential implications and what not with them pensive gazes. If I didn't know better, I'd say you was bein' deconstructed in some kinda Lacanian psychoanalytic framework with a tinge of post-structuralist Foucaultian discursive analysis thrown in fer good measure, am I right? Oh yeah, and maybe some gestalt stuff too... excuse me, I meant geSHtalt, pardon my French or my German or what have you.
Let's see what this BROchure here says aboutcha... Hoo-whee, says here your fancy art school graduate arteest over there from the fancy soundin' EurOpean contemporary art museem done thought you up as some kinda exPLOration of the boundaries of identity in a post-industrial mulTIcultural world. He's done given you some kinda conceptual symbolism, by the sounds of it. Says here you's meant to be some kinda contemporary creetique of our post-capitalist shift to some kinda techNOlogical dystopia. Who'da thought that from the looks of ya? I mean, no disrespect or nuthin', but ya kinda look like a few pieces of weirdly welded metal tubes with plaster legs and a bird-shaped rock on it, dontcha?
Anyhoo, don't mind me, I'm just gonna enjoy this here free wine and mingle with the crowd and all. Just thought I'd say hi... Ooo, wait a minute, what DO we have here? Another piece of art, by the looks of it...
Hey, looky what we have in this here art gallery, seems to me like we're in the presence of a work of art! Look at you with all yer aesthetic contours and subtle NUances that hint at postmodern alienation... ain't that just peachy! And what's this? Someone's got a fancy little label too, eh? What's that artist's name there, is that Dutch? Belgian? Is that middle name there somethin' African or Indian or somethin'? Your artist sounds pretty damn cosMOpolitan to me. Oooh, and it says here you are "untitled"! Well excuse me, Untitled. You don't mind if I call you that, do ya? After all, it is kinda your title, otherwise if you were actually untitled you would have no title, right? But your title suggests its own lack there, dunnit? Whoa, that is some prOfound stuff right there! It's like a paradox or somethin', right?
Nice dimensions and materials you've got listed there too... says here you were made in 2012. Nice and young piece of art you are, eh Untitled? Ya must be pretty proud and all with all these here stylish anDROgynous types checkin' you out like that, holdin' a glass of wine in one hand and a brochure in the other. Check out them fancy eyeglasses and scarves and hats and funky tights they be wearin' as they tilt their heavy education-filled heads to the side, shiftin' their weight on one leg while contemplatin' yer existential implications and what not with them pensive gazes. If I didn't know better, I'd say you was bein' deconstructed in some kinda Lacanian psychoanalytic framework with a tinge of post-structuralist Foucaultian discursive analysis thrown in fer good measure, am I right? Oh yeah, and maybe some gestalt stuff too... excuse me, I meant geSHtalt, pardon my French or my German or what have you.
Let's see what this BROchure here says aboutcha... Hoo-whee, says here your fancy art school graduate arteest over there from the fancy soundin' EurOpean contemporary art museem done thought you up as some kinda exPLOration of the boundaries of identity in a post-industrial mulTIcultural world. He's done given you some kinda conceptual symbolism, by the sounds of it. Says here you's meant to be some kinda contemporary creetique of our post-capitalist shift to some kinda techNOlogical dystopia. Who'da thought that from the looks of ya? I mean, no disrespect or nuthin', but ya kinda look like a few pieces of weirdly welded metal tubes with plaster legs and a bird-shaped rock on it, dontcha?
Anyhoo, don't mind me, I'm just gonna enjoy this here free wine and mingle with the crowd and all. Just thought I'd say hi... Ooo, wait a minute, what DO we have here? Another piece of art, by the looks of it...
