It’s impossible to write a review that makes sense because there is nothing to review; it’s my backyard dude.
I applaud the reviewer in finding this work conceptually lazy. I wish that they would find better work to give exposure to than this fakery that shows no respect for the public, the collector, and the gallery. This is not art, it’s slight of hand arrogance and as long as it’s reviewed its means it’s respected and promoted. I ask the reviewer to value his or her own time as well as ours. Just walk away when is sucks this bad. Don't review it.
There is a line crossed here between rebellion and nothing where it all becomes a joke. The whole anti- art thing has been done and done with an empty gallery or random clutter with junk for 30 years. You can’t slice non- ideas any finer. Why not just declare gutted buildings art galleries? Then Detroit can become the greatest art city in America.
Get back to foundation where we can see the artist taken everything in the their power to produce something of passion that evokes real emotion. The only emotion here is a feeling of being ripped off for your valet parking.
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