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Is anyone else getting hella sick of Banksy?
In case you missed the 'Marmaduke'-deep subtext here, this is a painting of people lining up to buy a shirt that says 'Destroy Capitalism' on it. Get it? They're buying a shirt with an anti-capitalist message on it! This is as motherfucking ironic as 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife.
For those of you who don't know, Banksy is the latest artist to capture the incredibly limited imaginations of auction-bidders, gallery-rats and museum curaterati the world over. He appears to have done this solely through the repetitive overboiling of the one concept he understands: Irony.
Oh my fucking God that dove symbolizes peace but that bulletproof vest du'int!
In case there is anyone in the sighted world who doesn't understand the profound juxtaposition here, Banksy has added a helpful sniper-sight to the dove, to really achieve the work's full tell-don't-show splendor.
None of this would bother me if Sucksy wasn't so fucking famous. Everything he does (like vandalizing a Paris Hilton album cover – way to really slaughter those sacred cows, Banks) is greeted by RSS-clogging news alerts detailing the new facets of his shimmering genius. It's like being notified every time your 14 year old cousin writes in her diary.
Has anyone not looked at those kids wearing the Che Guevara T-shirts and thought 'you're a consumer, too, pal'? Heaven forbid an artist comment on this in a meaningful way, rather than just shallowly pointing out the first thing that pops into everyone's mind when they see goths at the supermarket. Banksy is like the amateur anarchist at your high school, pissed off at everything from government corruption to soggy cafeteria-fries, but incapable of doing anything more interesting than spray-painting his name on some street signs.
Oh, and the price of the last Banksy painting that sold at auction? $205,000. Now that's ironic.