went to the city two days ago and MoMA was one of our stops. i don’t know how art is defined but a lot of the pieces left me perplexed. especially the blank framed canvases. really? i sent a tweet to MoMA requesting a phone call. surely they have room for some of my visual artwork on their enigmatic walls.
“don’t gimmie no lip about my artwork, i got enough of it.” i imagined that’s what this piece would say.
this naked dude looked nervous, embarrassed and shady. and he had every reason to be. next.
this is the only piece that spoke to me. we both wanted to know why. why and how did some of the pieces end up in MoMA. i hear ya, buddy.
this half a man tried to escape from the museum; we found him exhausted and outside in the grass. he had a 50/50 chance of escaping and we all know how that turned out. rest in pieces, man.
i was waiting for this man, not a MoMA statue, to stay still so i could take his photo. we danced until he got tired, then i shot him!
well i haven’t seen anyone use a payphone in years or more like forever. it does look like it was converted into a TTY, so it’s not a total waste of space. way to recycle, NY.