Fuck the Corcoran.



I hate to say it but I think I'm really going to leave there with a bad taste in my mouth, I've already begun giving it bad recommendations when asked. Today was a highlight thanks to lazy college staff, a dust filled gallery and a complete lack of wall space. I got twelve foot though I was inatilly promised twenty six, good thing I didn't have thirteen prints. I could probably pay MOMA seventy thousand dollars for twelve foot of wall space. What I really can't get over was the dust, and at one point some people were talking about it being a cleaning solution, morons. The only thing that got me through the day was this drawing, I wish the Corcoran knew how to make plans, I wish the Corcoran knew how to tie it's own shoes, it seems apparent that all the Corcoran is good at is hiring idiots. Also fuck modernism it has failed.