A fake artist. The new generation of
rich, nothing to do kids. Their
art is all about shock value, aesthetic, and how it might sound when explaining it to a group of mutual friends in a dive
bar. Fartist's are internally tormented for not being born Jack Kerouac or Charles Bukowski, so they invent pseudo life struggles to get close to the likes of great men and woman like that.
The more pretentious, the more their fart (
fake art) smells.
Fartist 1: Hey man, I just wrote a song: "I can't stand living one more night, on my friends mattress, another parental fight..."
Fartist 2: Shit, that was
tight. Would you mind tearing a hole in my shirt so it looks like I sleep in the woods against my
will.
Fartist 1: Hell ya
brother.