“Rejection of the prevailing standards in art.”

If it looks like shit, it doesn’t mean that it can’t be called art. If the rendering sucks, it doesn’t mean it can’t be called art. If it is just a a speckle of dust or a crooked line or an ink blot on a piece of paper, it doesn’t mean it can’t be called art.

Dadaism defied how I see beauty. I am able to see the beauty on all things. I see the beauty on things when it makes me think and see through what the eyes can see.

It made me ask myself and search through my mind. What is beauty? How do you say that something is beautiful? Why do you say that something is beautiful?

Take this as an example: a red blotch on a white wall. I’d say that that is beautiful. You’d ask me why. I’ll say “Because it is a fucking red blotch on that fucking white wall”. You’d insist and I’ll say how I think of it, how it meant to me. I could say that the red blotch on the white wall is a disturbance, or that the red blotch on the white wall is very noticeable that it overpowered the rest of the big space the white wall occupies. How I define it makes it beautiful to me.

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