I tried to find a picture of it online but nothing came up. Here’s what I have to say about that particular painting:
Why in the world is this called art? This is something I could find in a bathroom stall. Anyone can do it. It’s mainly scribbles and poor tagging. They say he was somewhat of a “middle class rebel”, sick of society, sick of the brain dead 9-5 workers, and started this so called art paintings and made thousands of dollars, then fell into drug addiction; overdosed and died.. How in the world is that worth admiring. If he was so sick of society why didn’t he do something to help society? Why didn’t he do anything to make it better? He could have invested his money in that. But noo. he chose to rip of the rich people and have everyone feel sorry for himself. That’s a pile of shit dude.
I’m sick of society but you don’t see me trying to sell crappy paintings (and I could definitely do that and my paintings are no where near crappy) nor do you see me falling into drug addiction to try to escape from society. You weren’t iconic nor special. You were a coward. An unfortunate coward who couldn’t see beyond your spray paint, couldn’t see that there are millions out there just like you. Your art didn’t make a difference. You didn’t make a difference. You grew up hoping to make a difference, but you lived for nothing and you died for nothing and I would have never known about you if it wasn’t for my English teacher thinking taking us to an art gallery would make a difference in someone’s life.
This tedious experience only confirmed the fact that you can not change anything by hope alone, you have to do something about it. You have to act and unless your art can overthrow the government, go for something more beneficial. But if you like art, that’s good! I like art too. I love it. But I don’t resort to it when I want to change something. Doesn’t work. Well it might. But this sort of art is a waste of time. Well maybe not a waste of time if you enjoy it but you get the point. or you might not get the point. either way this particular piece was a waste of time…or maybe it wasn’t because I got to write something other than hoping to dig a grave and disappear. ha so maybe it wasn’t a waste of time. but it sure is shitty “art”.