Wrong Group Chats, Bad Dates, and the Art of Surviving Them
The Art Story #13
Life can be so surreal, not even your group chat would believe you. Like when you accidentally shared your breakup journal in the company Slack. Or when your dog ate your passport the night before your flight. Some things defy language. But not for artists.
Take this. You’re sitting on a date, and suddenly they hit you with that question:
"So... how many people did you have… with?" An exquisite cocktail cherry sticks in your throat. You know there’s no right answer — and, especially as a woman, you’ll probably get judged either way. So the next time you’re coughing before you can even begin to answer, just channel Tracey Emin’s Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963–1995 — a whole damn tent embroidered with names. And maybe joke yourself out of it.
Or imagine this: You’re trying to explain to your boss why you missed the morning meeting — something about your neighbor’s parrot escaping and leading you on a wild goose chase. Sounds fake, right? Well, René Magritte literally painted a giant egg trapped inside a tiny birdcage, capturing how external forces can cage our will. Weird? Absolutely. But somehow, it makes perfect sense — if you’ve ever felt trapped by the unexpected influence of people around you.
And if you think you're the only one who "accidentally" online-shops shredded jeans when you can't fall asleep... Lucio Fontana once slashed entire canvases just to prove destruction can be its own kind of art. Pro tip: next time, hide the price tag inside your pants until you’ve worn them at least once.
And that last dinner — where the wine was basically vinegar and your Hat Game partner guessed "witch riding a broomstick" when you were obviously miming a racing horse? Goya would feel right at home, satirizing Spanish society at the end of the 18th century — a time when reason seemed to take a very long nap. Just like now.
If life has taught us anything — from bad dates to messages you shared with your crush instead of your therapist — it’s that reality doesn’t stick to the script. It splashes straight onto the canvas. And honestly, that’s exactly what we’re here for.
Art needs more eyes — and so does this blog.
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Brilliant!
Hilarious! I had fun reading this!