Shall I serenade the aesthetic simplicity of artist Dan Golden from Boston and his sepia watercolor paintings of various fucked up paperclips? How the soft photorealism transfers the charge behind these uniquely archaic objects’ destructions?
He’s all like “Is it possible that these miniature ‘sculptures’ somehow carry with it the distinct personality of it’s creator? Blah blah blah.” Shh. Shh, Dan. Shh.
I mean… They’re so nice too look at for some reason.
Or maybe I have undiagnosed OCD.