TOXIC- Kitsch bombardment Collage

Toxic Flowers! Ah, their tenderness! Ah, their perfume! Ah, what a subject! These flowers that everyone paints (especially all of them!), Who can! And so the horrors that have infected and continue to infect the mind and soul! These kitschs that have invaded the minds and souls of housewives, from generation to generation, that suffocate and aggress us and that are so successful because, right ?, Who does not admire a flower, no matter how ugly it is painted? We don't get rid of them! It invades your universe like many and small, small and many insects! I'm tired of these flower paintings, which poison my life and offend my eyes and soul with their ugliness! I don't want them anymore! I don't accept them anymore! They are toxic! I know I'm going to shock a lot of people, but I don't want to see them anymore! For me, these thousands of flower paintings are the embodiment of the narrow universe of those who understand nothing but that art must imitate nature (I swear they are natural!), For the sole purpose of delighting. A flower painting is easy to understand, no problem, it's a warm environment of aesthetic reverie. For them, that's enough. To me, these paintings are the mess I have to get rid of. I'm making myself vomit! My seemingly aggressive reaction is commensurate with their numerical and qualitative aggression. They are the ubiquitous toxin that we must eliminate in order to see that the world and art mean more than a vase of flowers.