My youngest brother all of a sudden appeared yesterday with a blank cardboard and tried to convince us that this was some sort of art piece.
We of course played along with his trolling and praised the work since we feel very strongly that it would do well over at Tate Modern or any other contemporary art gallery.
Since the surface was left blank it inspired me to quote one of my own lyrics, so I have now ironically turned this artwork into my own, displaying how an art piece can become a multi-art-concept by belonging to several individuals simultaneously, who’s interpretation of possibility might clash, reflecting the vulnerability of existence and natural tension contained within individualistic interpretation and expression.
The blank, empty surface was declared a work of art by my brother, my black and white photo of it can also be perceived as art, so me writing on it digitally now shows how one idea can turn to three.
Now it certainly belongs among the classics.