I enjoy that, when I know that’s what I’m supposed to do. But I also enjoy layered meanings and puzzles. It’s like one of those magic eye posters, where you squint at it, and nothing appears and you realize it’s just a Jackson Pollack painting. Like yes, I appreciate the art for what it is, the totality of the experience and the nuance of the interplay between colors and textures. But also, I just spent ten minutes staring at it cross eyed thinking there was going to be a schooner.
I don’t try to hard to make sense. I mostly just enjoy the vibe. If coherent concepts percolate out, cool. If they don’t, also cool.
I enjoy that, when I know that’s what I’m supposed to do. But I also enjoy layered meanings and puzzles. It’s like one of those magic eye posters, where you squint at it, and nothing appears and you realize it’s just a Jackson Pollack painting. Like yes, I appreciate the art for what it is, the totality of the experience and the nuance of the interplay between colors and textures. But also, I just spent ten minutes staring at it cross eyed thinking there was going to be a schooner.