дегенеративное искусство

Я приду туда, где ты, 2025 г. Двп, масло, 50 х 40 см.

(70!) с прошедшим SRKN

When the day is coming to an end, when the gloomy September sky breathes cold and indifference, and the black basements of the gateways breathe boredom and melancholy, you begin to involuntarily notice the trembling of your pale hands, realizing that they are not trembling at all from the damp, dank, numb, scorching wind... What can a person do? Wander through narrow streets full of fog and water dust? Pry dirty yellow leaves with the thin tip of an umbrella? Touch wet walls with your hand? Or maybe climb dirty black stairs in the hope of meeting a tired woman with the face of a provincial girl? Or maybe open your own door silently, fumble the switch and break it with a desperate blow? And then go into the kitchen, open the old pot-bellied refrigerator and stand for a long time, admiring its contents? Light the gas, put a kettle on? Remove the porridge without taking off your coat? Get frozen meat? Turn out your pockets? Listen to little things roll down linoleum? Take off your pants without taking off your coat? Put a boiling kettle in the refrigerator? Put your pants on a lit stove? Put meat on top? Take off your panties without taking off your coat? Looking at your dick? Listen to the rustle of flames crawling across your trousers? Put warm, dick-smelling panties in the freezer? Remove eggs from the refrigerator door and throw them evenly on the floor? Go to the bathroom, let in warm water? Looking at yourself in the mirror while listening to the sound of water? Lie down in the bathtub without taking off your coat? Sing folk songs while slapping your hands on the water? Release gases, laughing and greeting their flashing? Push and grimace to squeeze out a portion of feces? Help her get out of the folds of her coat and float up? Take the soaked matches out of your pocket? Stick one of them into a brown feces sausage? With your arm outstretched, remove the label from the shampoo? Should I put her on a match in the shape of a sail? Blowing, making the clumsy boat spin around its knees? Sing something quiet, solemn? With the noise of a waterfall, get up and get out of the bath? Walking through smoke-filled rooms, hunched over under a wet coat? Cry and break the windows of an old buffet? Urinate, or simply piss... oh, that’s what you can do - urinate, or just piss. Piss, piss, piss well. You can piss, piss, piss sweetly, piss for a long time, piss so softly, piss quietly. Piss for so long, piss for a long time, piss sweetly. It’s good to piss like that, piss for a long time, piss softly, piss piss, piss sweetly, piss softly, piss piss sweetly, sweetly, sweatily and piss like that, stinkingly, so piss sweetly, piss cutely, piss, piss quietly, piss, piss, good, sweet piss, sweaty piss, piss so secretly, piss, stink, piss and stink, stink and piss, stink and piss sweet piss stinky piss and so that there is a pissy pissy and sweet so that there is a stinky pissy and so that there is a pissy stench pissed stench pissed stench so that there is this pissy stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed stench pissed