To those who say “But this isn’t art” we say “Exactly.”

TERRIBLEISM: THE MANIFESTO OF MAGNIFICENT MEDIOCRITY

“What is this NONART art nonsense” I hear you cry, and cry you should:

Lo and behold, the glorious birth of TERRIBLEISM! It means everything, it means nothing, it means whatever you despise most fervently!

Are you enticed by the allure of wasting your precious time on an art movement that revels in the worst of the worst? SPLENDID! We have triumphed before you’ve begun.

The first thought that tickles the minds of the bewildered masses is tediously technical: “What’s the methodology?” they cry, or “What’s its historical or psychological origin?” they whimper. Oh, how delightfully misguided!

Behold the spectacle! The critics, in their infinite wisdom, declare it “garbage.” The art schools, bastions of creativity, label it “untrained.” Some scholarly journalists, stroking their chins, dismiss it as “derivative,” while others, ensconced in their ivory towers, proclaim it a “relapse into childish, noisy, and monotonous NONART.”

But we, the terrible terribleists, revel in their confusion! We bathe in their disdain! For in their rejection, we find our purpose. In their disgust, we discover our beauty. In their refusal to understand, we uncover the deepest truths of art itself!