When the going gets weird

By Slybacon

Still life with scarcely concealed contempt

Of course the question one must, is contempt for what, or whom? Is it a specific instance, or is it a metaphor? Is the viewer supposed to share this quiet fury, or is it directed at them, perhaps for a perceived mutual condescension?

A lucid dream of a fist pounding the face of an art critic forever.

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