Melted Legos
I know this is supposed to be a satirical newspaper, and this article’s message should be elegantly masked in witty satire and prose. It’s what I’m not getting paid for, after all. But frankly, the art in this school reminds me of Shrek’s (16)^½ skin and it needs to be roasted.
Let me clarify that I’m not here to roast the student art from the last few years. The pieces in the third floor gallery and AP Art exhibit are absolutely stunning, and we need more art like that. I’m talking about the so-called “art” from random crusty artists or student artwork that hasn’t been changed since 1950 and looks like my little cousin went to town on a tablecloth with mommy’s frisky Friday lipstick.