I remember how an art teacher once called me out on my bullshit. We were supposed to make sculptures of our own design. I just made some random triangular shape because I hated the class and I disliked the teacher. I actually liked art, I just didn't like how it was taught. He asked me what the thing I made was supposed to be and I told him it's art, don't question it. He told me that any artwork needs a set of rules to go by, even if I made up the rules myself, even if the rule was one of no rules and that I can't just declare something as art like that. It doesn't need to represent or say something concrete, but it needs to be something, even and especially if it means to be nothing.
It ended up being a set of interacting triangular shapes with golden spray paint, which is ironic because trigonometry was my biggest nemesis in maths that year.
It ended up being a set of interacting triangular shapes with golden spray paint, which is ironic because trigonometry was my biggest nemesis in maths that year.