A load of what ifs. What if I were to make a decent piece of art? What if I were to get over myself for a second and think of my work as more than a joke, a respectable piece of artwork that has good concepts and is visually interesting and was worthy of presenting? What if I decided I was so good that people must buy me, I will change your life and make all your wildest dreams come true, blow up my bastard pieces to mega sizes and sell them as abstract decorative pieces that someone with a nice fancy house and delusions of grandeur needs to display in their drawing room to show how cultured and interesting they really are.
Well, this is what it would look like. Not too unrealistic, I mean for a second I reckon I could pull of presenting them as abstract pieces. I did think of this before I got pissed off and cut them all up. Perhaps instead of hiding the flaws I could embrace them, that’s what that would mean if I was going to do that. Nah, I don’t think I can ever go back now, it’s just not as fun. Back to the bin for me....
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