Sit Up At The Table

Sit up at the table, except you are literally the table. Who knew that the meeting place where family dynamic becomes manifested in object form was the dinner table- but what the fuck has modern art (and life) come to anyways? Its all an incredible waste of time but you will love it. Nobody sits up and becomes an abstract picture plane, or even a painterly shit show on social media, in the dark web. The Viennese Aktionists would surely approve, god bless this mess. An absurd and emotional gravity is the medium, the bark of your parents slides into a "spread job"- hiding the unfinished dinner in an abstract composition on one's plate in order to be excused, now branded into the Ethereum blockchain.