>"Bro it's just paint splatter lol"

You poor bastard. You looked at Pollock and thought it was random. You looked into a multidimensional portal and thought it was just a mess. They trained you well.

Let me tell you something your art teacher was too afraid to say: Jackson Pollock was not painting for your monkey eyes. He wasn't even painting for this world. He was channeling. The guy entered trance states, danced around the canvas like some mid-century shaman on ketamine, and let the ether spill out. You’re supposed to FEEL it before you see it.

>His canvas is not a picture. It’s a ritual object.

Look closely—no, really look. Fixate. Let your vision blur. Stop thinking. Let your senses melt. Suddenly you see faces, demons, serpents writhing in the chaos. Are they in the painting? Or are they in you? Doesn’t matter. That’s the point.

>"But my 4-year-old could do that!"

No? Then shut the fuck up.

You think I’m crazy?

Why do you think that shit sold for $140 million? Rich people aren't buying it because it looks nice over the fireplace. They’re buying it because they KNOW. Because those canvases are keys. Portals. Traps. Mirrors. Spells. It’s all there for those who can see.


So next time you feel nothing when looking at abstract art, consider this:

>Maybe the painting isn’t empty. Maybe you are.

OPEN YOUR THIRD EYE, FAGGOT. /!\