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I wish I could be inserted into these photos.

There must have been a mistake

It is to my great disdain that I realized my Art History course has managed to skip over the entire section of Barbara Kruger. (And no, i did not miss the lecture, if the subject of my poor attendance is in question.) Anyway, I was so eager to go into depth of one of my favorite artists. These are a few of my favorites.

In the back shakes a tambourine, nicotine from a silver screen

I was part of Warhol's infamous factory entourage in a past life.

"Like to take a cement fix

Be a standing cinema

Dress my friends up just for show

See them as they really are

Put a peephole in my brain

Two New Pence to have a go

I'd like to be a galleryPut you all inside my show"-Bowie

"And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

A hand-me-down dress from who knows where

To all tomorrow's parties

And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around

She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown

And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns

To all tomorrow's parties

And what will she do with Thursday's rags

When Monday comes around

She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown

And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown

For whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown

Of rags and silks, a costume

Fit for one who sits and cries

For all tomorrow's parties"

-The Velvet Underground, written from Reed's observations at the factory