cipheramnesia:

deliriumcrow:

furbearingbrick:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

codenamemaximus:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

30-minute-memes:

corn flaek

it’s because reality is terrifying and our world’s dying, and our developmental years were spent in a constant state of using increasingly nonsensical humor to cope

It’s called the rise of neo-dadaism and the same thing happened during WWII

well that’s not concerning At All

Max Ernst. The Murdering Airplane, 1920

This is what you get when you have most of an entire generation that goes off to a war of attrition and drowns in the mud of the trenches or is chewed to death by rats, among other similarly interesting ways to die. They come home, and it means nothing. Nothing means anything anymore, everything is meaningless, fuck the rules lets get drunk and make art. They had theatrical performances where the actor sat on a single chair on the stage and reacted to the audience. They made money at those shows by selling things to throw at the stage, because why the fuck not? They created art that reflected both their emptiness, and in a sideways sort of way, a sort of hope.

A century later and nothing has really changed aside from the technology of the medium. And I’m certain that most of these artists would have loved smartphones and memes.

Max Ernst painted pictures using fish (not of fish – using fish to paint) and the entire Week of Kindness was basically pre-computer photoshopping. He would have loved all this shit.

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