On My Own Bulldada
I've fallen so far up my own existence that I've generally lost--and never really had--interest in visual porn that doesn't imply narrative. Portraiture as a classification of art has joined still life and landscape for me. I see a character that's absent any frame if reference or dynamic in the picture and I start trying to interrogate the meaning, the how and why of whence it came to this point, and most visual art can't answer me, so I come away disappointed.
