Effete

I did want to be an artist at one time. I wanted to live that romanticized poverty lifestyle, pouring all of my angst into my work, forging an oeuvre to become the touchstone of my generation.

But then I learned it's mainly decorating rich people's houses, and it's lost the appeal.

The art world is sort of a sad parody of itself now. It really has no relevance to people's lives now. It's become a sensationalist one-upsmanship contest. It alienates the public who aren't in on the joke. Although the joke is pretty old.

Art snobs deride the general public for watching television or movies that weren't produced by some Czechoslovakian crippled man. They laugh about how regular people hate Marcel Duchamp's found object work. They also don't seem to understand why anyone would want to live in Middle America.

I don't think I could stand to live in the world of hypocrisy, prentense, and rich-dude sycophancy.

Art people seem to be adverse to working for a living. Being paid for something other than the fruits of your genius is seen as selling out. But putting a shark or a vacuum cleaner in a plexiglass box is more than acceptable.

I'd much rather draw zombies for books.