And I cannot stress this enough: bury their bones in an unmarked ditch.
Those are original Warhol boxes. Two Brillos, a Motts and a Campbells tomato soup. Multiple millions worth of original art, set on the floor by the front door.
Theres a regular customer whom i do plumbing work for, for the last 3 or 4 years. These belong to her. She also has Cherub Riding a Stag, and a couple other Warhols that i cannot identify, along with other originals by other artists that i also cannot identify. I have to go back to her house this coming Monday, i might get photos of the rest of her art, just so i can figure out what it is.
Even though i dont have an artistic bone in my entire body, i can appreciate art. I have negative feelings on private art like this that im too dumb to elucidate on.
eat the fucking rich. they are good for nothing.
I remember seeing a poster of Maxfield Parish’s Daybreak, looking the painting up online and feeling super depressed when I read that no one can ever see the original in person because some anonymous asshole bought it for over $25 million dollars. The worst part is that for all we know, the buyer could’ve decided to set it on fire and feed the ashes to pigeons. It’s their property. Rich people can seriously just take important artifacts with barely any oversight. They collect the weirdest shit, too: the personal letters of celebrities, Gutenberg bibles, stolen Egyptian art. It’s literally just hoarding but expensive.
So, so much nazi shit
One day comrade, one day we will liberate all things from the grubby mitts of those bourgeois theives