I now admit this to you, one and all:
I actually really enjoy abstract expressionism. I know it was literally a CIA op, I know. and I care, I just... I still like it. it's pretty and effusive without and indirect, all allusion and no specific definite invocation of any particular ideam while basking in all the possibilities of things it could be and being entirely deniable. it warms my deeply postmodern cognitive organs.
which way to the gulag?
Sorry comrade, you're only allowed to enjoy socialist realism and some older landscapes that have peasants toiling in them.
I enjoy some of those too, it just... I.... I'm so sorry. I blame my culture of origin.
I am legit ashamed of this tho.
Wait, are you seriously feeling bad about this? I thought it was a bit
just because its true and sad and fucked up doesn't mean it isn't funny as hell and/or a bit. have you see the past fifty years of history?
Lol, ok