/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

>>3293121
Nothing means anything. Everything can be reduced to demeaning and oversimplified caricatures as you did.

"Scream in their faces, shake on their shoulders, call them the dearest name,- nothing will help. In the face of the damned irony - all is the same to them: the good and the evil, clear sky and the putrid pit, Dante's Beatrice and girl on the road. Everything's mixed like in the pub and in the haze. The wine truth "in vino Veritas" - is revealed to the world, everything - is one, one - is the world; I'm drunk, ergo - if I wish - I'll "embrace" the world wholly, fall on my knees before the road girl, seduce Beatrice; wallowing in the ditch I'll presume I soar in the skies; if I wish - I'll "reject" the world: I'll prove the Beatrice and the girl on the road are one and the same. Such is my fancy for I am drunk. And what can you ask from a drunk man? Drunk with irony, with laughter, like vodka; just like that all is "defaced", all is "disgraced", all - all the same."

There's no saving you, too brainfried on anime-like pornography, too drunk with irony, the warm portrait of an infant, something unachieved before at its time to you just a portrait of some mexican; illustration full of sorrow and strife or classicism and melancholic poetry to you is mere "psychedelic nonsense of an edgelord". Truth is, you're unable to enjoy art for what it is, you lack any culture required. This is pitiful. As if a peasant flipped through a foliant and couldn't see it for more than black scribblings on paper, better fit to make his hovel warm or at least wipe his asshole. This is the new kind of people, proud with their ignorance and insensitivity, faces so full of stupid importance, unable to stop for a moment and try to comprehend, for whom "art" are meaningless specks of content flying by while they scroll through their twitter feeds.