I am not known for my appreciation of bizarre art. In my frank opinon, Picasso and the cubists were wastes of time and paint, the impressionists set art back a hundred years, expressionism is an insult to talented kindergarteners...and don't even get me started on morons like Jackson Pollack or the dude that mounted urinals on a wall...
But all of them are pretty good in comparison to Marco Evaristti...a man who thought it was a good idea to make meatballs out of his own body fat and call it art. I guess that is better than his previous effort...putting frogs in a blender and having people kill them by pressing the blender to start it... though how either of those disgusting expressions of lowest common denominator human behavior qualify as art is a little beyond me.
Just more proof the less talented you are at depicting things in recognizable fashion the more likely you are to be thought of as talented and avante-gard.
and stupid.
Planning Summerfield
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We are playing Summerfield. It is a pretty soft course, looks like a 116
slope, 2300ish yards. 6 par 4s, 3 par 3s, par 33 course. I have played it
several...
5 years ago
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EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWww
you really don't want me to eat lunch or dinner, do you?
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