When it comes to Damien Hirst, I really don’t put a lot of thought into him. I used to, for sure. But as I have gotten older and so much wiser I have realized that nothing I can ever say or do is going to do anything but make me upset. He’s like El Nino now, a force of nature that we can’t stop talking about because we have never seen weird weather patterns before and one day we will look back on wondering why we were so fascinated, when he has faded out of the spot light. I love some of his works, find some absolutely hilarious, and others have left me cold, but not angry (anymore).
Anywho, what this post is about is I think this song probably personifies Hirst’s feelings about us and our criticisms.
Also, it’s nice to think of Hirst’s inner monologue to be a powerful and beautiful black woman.
UPDATE: My mom called me out about my use of run-on sentences. I’m not going to fix it.
