For the most part this review is not about the art but about my heroic struggle to overcome my disappointment.
I can distinctly remember when I realised I’d had enough of art. It was a Wednesday.
It often seems that Australia is awash in art prizes.
I was born in 1962, which meant that, by the time I was seven years old, the United States had … More
Whoever decided to put Bob Ross’s TV series on Netflix deserves a promotion and a raise.
“PEOPLE OF PERTH… I COME WITH A MESSAGE FROM THE FUTURE – THE ART WORLD IS AWESOME AND EVERYTHING IS FINE…”
I’ll sit in a chair while you can sit on the couch, and so we can begin our art therapy session.
It’d be fair to say that your artwork doesn’t really challenge any paradigms. Or any notions.
I wrote the essay, cited the facts as required, but the artist still rejected the essay. No reason was given but I suspected it might be because I’m a shit writer. But you can be the judge of that.