And I cannot stress this enough: bury their bones in an unmarked ditch.
Those are original Warhol boxes. Two Brillos, a Motts and a Campbells tomato soup. Multiple millions worth of original art, set on the floor by the front door.
Theres a regular customer whom i do plumbing work for, for the last 3 or 4 years. These belong to her. She also has Cherub Riding a Stag, and a couple other Warhols that i cannot identify, along with other originals by other artists that i also cannot identify. I have to go back to her house this coming Monday, i might get photos of the rest of her art, just so i can figure out what it is.
Even though i dont have an artistic bone in my entire body, i can appreciate art. I have negative feelings on private art like this that im too dumb to elucidate on.
eat the fucking rich. they are good for nothing.
What if it's a video game made by Hideo Kojima or Mr Disco Elysium? Still visual art is also allowed to be a commentary on the greater world.
Disco Elysium is rarely 'meta' though. It doesn't really have much to say on the nature of it being a game, or even itself as a product of the capitalist market system. Occasionally there is a joke like 'why is your character running around all the time.' or 'why is the character so inept half time' but that is an in-game joke, not a 'meta' joke that is a commentary of the nature of games as a medium. You're not doing any actual analysis here, you're just throwing shit at the wall. Which is fine and valid if you are fine with making their throwing shit at the wall fine and valid.
You are correct that Kojima does that quite often, generally to an irritating degree in his newer games without an above editor, and he is both beloved and hated for it, in the same way Warhol is.
it's hard to compare works that are so differing in complexity but there are a lot of moments where kojima can go fuck himself too. At least i'm pretty sure he's not being funded by the CIA to crowd out revolutionary sentiment.