In 20th century one French (Americanised) artist decided that art is something to be pissed on, this was improved in this century by another in form of a solid gold bowel movement receptacle, to be replaced by empty space, sold by a cubic metre... brief, it is not going well...
now, what's the point of doing anything at all, if robots can copy and multiply variations in miliseconds...?

lets search for some solid ground - black and white expression of ›Human Creativity, and see how it goes...
interested ? ›contribute...