Art is like...an exploration of the irreducible act of mark-making, the investigation of the mimetic process, an excavation of the inheritance of the past. A disquisition on our shared narratives which seeks to unravel the threads of visual discourse, which delves into the connectedness of the real and the abstract, which re-encodes ambiguity and authenticity, which reveals the undercurrents of ritual, by creating a conversation between color and texture, by disjunctively animating it through a process of mimicry, by mediating clichés through a retro-nostalgic lens, by alluding to tropes of the built environment. In other words, Art is a buncha BS.
(Of course I'm just kidding. If it was a buncha BS would I be doin it?)
