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“Twart” (Twat Artist) has many other names, but twart suits them
best here. These are a different kind of artist, usually art school
graduates, who try far too hard to be artists, each carrying a
metaphorical “ABC Book of How To Be An Artist” ticking off
various aspects of what they think artists are like.
They
try to go for the rough, bohemian look, as if they're struggling to
make ends meet, and attempt to be “on trend” by wearing something
like a rainbow hat or shirt, but closer inspection reveals their true
nature. Certain items of clothing will be expensive labels. They'll
have the latest smartphone (fully paid for – no contract phone for
them) or they'll be wearing a smartwatch, which is usually a dead
giveaway.
And
as for their artwork – Fuck me! You won't find anything cheesier
and so inoffensive. Pictorial evidence, if there ever was, they've
never really lived, or have any idea what the real world's like.
They can call themselves artists. No-one can ever take that away from
them, but they'll always be twarts.
And,
when they're about to give up on their deluded dream, softly falling
back, as they always do, on the financial safety net of their
parents, they'll start to complain: “Why aren't I famous? I went to
art school. I've been exhibited in <insert name of pointless
gallery here> So how come I'm not famous?!”
Because
you're a twart, mate.