Oh you’re in for a treat becuase the Salt Of The Week Is:
POMO PERFORMANCE ART
Its soulless garbage that purports to have deep meaning but does not, there is no deeper meaning to a woman dropping paint filled eggs out her coochie or shoveling spaghetti-o’s into her coochie (lot of Performance Art from women revolves around stuffing gross objects up into the pussy because performance artists are disgusting animals), it’s shock art and has no value and less beauty. Screaming butt naked in the middle of a crowded area isn’t art just because you’re an upper middle class 20 something hipster motherfucker if you were homeless or old it would be an instant trip to the psych ward you stupid, useless drain on society.
PoMo as a concept is a cancer and it kills culture. No, your “Trash Strewn On Floor” ‘installation’ is not a sculpture or an art piece, its GARBAGE, literally garbage, I’m throwing it away bitch! It’s going in the trash can!
But as bad as such horrible wastes of time as things like the trash exhibit are, Performance Pieces are infinitely worse.
I can’t link to the shit thanks to tumblr being garbage, but here’s a list of some of the worst Performance ‘’’’Art‘’’’’ shit of all time which i will not be “crediting” because it’s not art, its a study in perversion and the need of perverts to foist their sexual deviance on the populace
– Birth of Baby X, in which a woman gave birth in an art gallery and is putting her son’s entire life on display as part of her performance art for the rest of her life, virtually assuring he will abandon her in an nursing home and flee to another country at the first opportunity
– Shrapnel, in which a guy cut off his foreskin live on stage with a dull swiss army knife and then stuffed the cut flesh into a glory hole
– Art School Stole My Virginity, where a man claimed he would have anonymous gay sex on stage in a gallery but when you get there he asks you to put a banana in his mouth and then acted like you’re the asshole for thinking when he specifically said “anonymous gay sex” he literally meant he was gonna take a dick from a stranger and not “ask members of the audience to stick a banana in his mouth”, something I could rant about for hours because this fucker was genuinely offended that people showed up expecting to see him do what he said he was gonna do and were unamused with his antics. Look, look what he said about this:
““I think if people were expecting something else, it shows what they really wanted,” the artist told Dazed Digital. “They didn’t want an art piece, they wanted to see me have sex. If they came for the art, they wouldn’t be as disappointed — they’d know there were things to read between the lines for.”“ LITERALLY NO ONE COULD HAVE PREDICTED YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING ELSE GIVEN YOU SAID ON NATIONAL TV YOU WERE GONNA FUCK ON STAGE, and you’re right, they didn’t come for the art, because it’s not art! You’re just a fucking pervert and 120 other fucking perverts showed up to see you get cornholed! Shocker!
– Casting Off My Womb, one of those insane women putting shit up her pussy again, this time white wool thread, which she knitted with, slowly unraveling it from her vag over the course of a month or so, yes including during her period because PoMo Performance Art women are fucking gross for no goddamn reason, they’re just nasty
– Mirror Of Origin, in which a woman sat in front of a painting of a vagina and showed everyone who came by her pussy including children, because again, performance artists are perverted scumbags who use this shit as an excuse to do disgussting fetish shit and get applauded for it
– an untitled work in which a man ate what appeared to be a human fetus to see how people would feel about it. Unsurprisingly, people were against cannibalism.
– another untitled piece in which a woman repeatedly obtained sperm, artificially inseminated herself, got pregnant and then induced miscarriages a month in and saved the blood, because yet again performance artists are gross and terrible people for no fucking reason
So yeah the takeaway from this is that given the opportunity, I would kill a performance artist.
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