Even though it has come to encompass some abstraction, the categorical term “still life” (which in my opinion is kind of a stupid term anyway, if you really think about it) usually is defined as a representation of some sort of inanimate object. It can be drawn or sculpted, but it’s still normally art that is a representation of one or more inanimate objects.
So, what recognizable inanimate object is this spontaneously-made thing representative of, anyway?
Also, if there is one thing that we’ve learned here from Zebo, it is that “art” is entirely subjective. So, by extension, grading that “art” is entirely pointless.
And even if that last sentence weren’t intrinsically true, in this case it would be made true just by the fact that that grade is coming from some dude who wears purple suits and fancy gold shirts, walks around saying things like “bold expose’ of ironic duality,” and is known only as Zebo. Not Mr. Zebo, like Bob Zebo or whatever. Just Zebo.
Even though it has come to encompass some abstraction, the categorical term “still life” (which in my opinion is kind of a stupid term anyway, if you really think about it) usually is defined as a representation of some sort of inanimate object. It can be drawn or sculpted, but it’s still normally art that is a representation of one or more inanimate objects.
So, what recognizable inanimate object is this spontaneously-made thing representative of, anyway?
Also, if there is one thing that we’ve learned here from Zebo, it is that “art” is entirely subjective. So, by extension, grading that “art” is entirely pointless.
And even if that last sentence weren’t intrinsically true, in this case it would be made true just by the fact that that grade is coming from some dude who wears purple suits and fancy gold shirts, walks around saying things like “bold expose’ of ironic duality,” and is known only as Zebo. Not Mr. Zebo, like Bob Zebo or whatever. Just Zebo.