Closer to an authentic, personalised meaninglessness

If my artistic language has been compromised to the point where personal expression is nothing but the manipulation of enforced information, agendas and hierarchies, then fuck it, I'll paint what I want!!! Bring on the motherfucking giant robots, spaceships and solar systems. Every prescribed notion of good and bad, authority and hope is now mine to do with as I see fit!!! All the pieces of art history I love will be crammed in there!!! If we have all been robbed of the ability to speak then attempt to anyway, attempt as loudly as you can. Even if what seems to be a scream is actually a whimper. Do it regardless. For if you don't, you will regret it as long as you live.