Bullshit!

Billboards and sycophantic PR surround us every day. Mindless, vapid nonsense suffocates us. In a City of totalitarian competition for perfection, where plastic happiness is prized and synthetic optimism rules, perhaps a little darkness is refreshing. And so, welcome to a showcase of warped nostalgia, subversive and darkly funny hallucinations of an innocent and conformist society. This is the artistic interpretation of the mind of a compliant citizen, good neighbour and graffiti artist, and sees the nihilistic irony in our pleasant and abundant society. Sometimes the world of commercialism can seem sickly sweet, like a soda you’ve had too much of. Well, consider Sr. X’s work a drop of vinegar in that soda, a dash of blackness to mute the deafening nothing noise that surrounds us every day. This is the fly on your pork loin roast.