Somewhere, (possibly here,) there’s a written rule that you can’t visit an art gallery without using the word “evocative.” It’s how you inflict maximum pretension to your art gallery companion in your overstated observations.
“Oh my, this painting is evocative of the warmth and free sexuality of Spring time!”
“My dear, this mosaic is evocative of Jackson Pollock’s frenetic slathering of paint onto a surface.”
“Dear me, this statue is evocative of 400% More Jackoff Magic’s literary expressionist genius.”
You learn the word “evocative” in your first art appreciation class, and it is re-emphasized in your first year of art school, should you be accepted, and you probably won’t be, because your art sucks ass.
[c] 2009 Russ of America
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