Once, I saw this piece of artwork made by a person who was very clearly hurting, of course, but the all the comments were talking about how much it sucked.
To be fair, it did suck, it was scribbles in marker notebook paper with blood on the page, it was like, to the point at which i could be convinced it was satire. i think there was like a stick-man or something, but he was misshapen, and far too tall, his torso a mangled line.
You could sorta tell that it wasn't entirely made to be edgy, certainly a significant portion, but the blots of the haphazard stabs of the felt tips having left indents in the page tell a different story.
I think about it often. It stays with me probably more than any other piece of art I've seen.
I'd say I wish the inclusion of blood in artwork wasn't such a taboo, but to an extent, I think that taboo gives it more meaning than otherwise, the only issue is the smell.
