Given that we live in a society of exuberant excess, it’s only inevitable that somewhere along the long, dreary path of the soul, we find those who would use our patterns of communication to judge, delineate and define in a way that is not accessible to the casual observer, only after much study and socialization, can one break past this intellectual exclusion and access the intention going into a given work, which, to my great distress, supersedes the varied interpretations of that work in an ephemeral triumph of individual arrogance over group experience. In short, it’s Artnoxious.




