Liam Levitz
Just because
‘Well then, what did you make of his stuff?’
‘You really want to know?’
‘Yeh, I’m interested’
‘Alright, well, the guys an idiot. A f*cking, w***y pretentious idiot’
‘That’s a bit harsh isn’t it? I thought he had some nice stuff’
‘Yeh, yeh, the one with the couple on the bench and the fuzzy guys was pretty enough, but still, you know, it’s just nonsense most of it. I mean, what the hell was all that with the angry faces, aye right mate, the guys a ponce and you know it’
‘Aye, well, no defence there’
And the ones with him under the dressing table, seriously man, that was just b*lloclks. I mean Hazel was looking pretty hot an’ all in those shots, he’s a lucky get so he is but seriously, what the f*ck was he up to taking c*ap like that?’
‘Well, that was a bit random to be fair, but I’m sure it had some deeper meaning’
‘Like?’
‘Ehm, well, maybe it represented one mans struggle with domesticity’
‘Seriously! You did not just say that’
‘All right, all right, calm down will you. OK, well, maybe the cramped awkward figure was representative of, ehhh, the inability of the artist to conform to social norms. A surreal metaphor for the strictures of an emotionally repressed culture and the flawed attempts by a creative person to adapt and fit in.’
‘Aw man, you my friend are full of s**t’
‘Aye, I know, sorry. I always get this way after I’ve been to an exhibition. I think it’s emblematic of my insecurity when confronted with work that harmonises both humour and pathos to create cathartic images that speak directly to the viewer about their own life and situation’
‘Are you taking the piss!?’
‘Yes’
‘Oh, right. Good. Right, well, that’s enough of the fancy b*llocks for another year. Next time he invites us to a showing I’ll be sure to be busy, very f*cking busy. Life’s too short for c*ap like that’
‘Eloquently put’
‘F*ck off will you, that was pure sh*te and you know it. Now, do you fancy a pint or what? Should be some footie on later an’ all. Could have a wee sesh, get bevvied and then head home’
‘Sounds good to me. First rounds on you ya big philistine’
Just because
‘Well then, what did you make of his stuff?’
‘You really want to know?’
‘Yeh, I’m interested’
‘Alright, well, the guys an idiot. A f*cking, w***y pretentious idiot’
‘That’s a bit harsh isn’t it? I thought he had some nice stuff’
‘Yeh, yeh, the one with the couple on the bench and the fuzzy guys was pretty enough, but still, you know, it’s just nonsense most of it. I mean, what the hell was all that with the angry faces, aye right mate, the guys a ponce and you know it’
‘Aye, well, no defence there’
And the ones with him under the dressing table, seriously man, that was just b*lloclks. I mean Hazel was looking pretty hot an’ all in those shots, he’s a lucky get so he is but seriously, what the f*ck was he up to taking c*ap like that?’
‘Well, that was a bit random to be fair, but I’m sure it had some deeper meaning’
‘Like?’
‘Ehm, well, maybe it represented one mans struggle with domesticity’
‘Seriously! You did not just say that’
‘All right, all right, calm down will you. OK, well, maybe the cramped awkward figure was representative of, ehhh, the inability of the artist to conform to social norms. A surreal metaphor for the strictures of an emotionally repressed culture and the flawed attempts by a creative person to adapt and fit in.’
‘Aw man, you my friend are full of s**t’
‘Aye, I know, sorry. I always get this way after I’ve been to an exhibition. I think it’s emblematic of my insecurity when confronted with work that harmonises both humour and pathos to create cathartic images that speak directly to the viewer about their own life and situation’
‘Are you taking the piss!?’
‘Yes’
‘Oh, right. Good. Right, well, that’s enough of the fancy b*llocks for another year. Next time he invites us to a showing I’ll be sure to be busy, very f*cking busy. Life’s too short for c*ap like that’
‘Eloquently put’
‘F*ck off will you, that was pure sh*te and you know it. Now, do you fancy a pint or what? Should be some footie on later an’ all. Could have a wee sesh, get bevvied and then head home’
‘Sounds good to me. First rounds on you ya big philistine’