Coming Out of the Closet

I have a confession to make...




I don't like abstract expressionism.



In fact, I fucking hate it. I have made earnest attempts to analyze and understand it, in the hope that this would generate some positive sort of feeling towards it, but the results are always the same- a colossal waste of time and energy. I can't help it. I find it to be pretentious, meaningless bullshit. Is it a choice? Was I made this way? I can't say for sure; you'll just have to pray for me.

I was inspired to write this after producing yet another abstract shitpile for my "sculpture" class at the university. I figure that even if I get an F on it, that will still throw some points my way. That's better than no points, eh? Some small compensation for the hours of torture.


Update (10/28/09)

So, after I handed my project in, my professor literally cringed. He has since been putting off the critique of all the late pieces, and today he revealed that it's because my piece is so shit. He wants me to continue working on it over the weekend.