Today you’re going to look at Renée Magritte’s famous “Ceci n’est pas un pipe” painting and slap yourself on the forehead before exclaiming “FUCK” as loud as you can.
Everyone in your art history class is going to turn and look at you, but you won’t notice. You’ll be so deep in the grip of your epiphany that you won’t be able to look away from the reproduction of Magritte’s pretentious, pointlessly pointed work of obviousness in your text book.
“I FUCKING GET IT MAN!” you’ll scream, waving your hands at the textbook. “FUCKING OUTTA SIGHT!”
Your professor will walk up to you and grab you by the shoulder, but you’ll shrug him off and start laughing. Laughing and laughing and laughing. You’ll be that way when campus security drags you off and locks you in a closet until you come down from the shrooms you took earlier in the day, which really didn’t make you a better art student at all.
Congratulations on Deconstructing the Painting!
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