![This is my favorite painting that I own. [3468x4624 - 1.09MB]](https://pic8.co/sh/vuV92g.jpg){kind=link}
I like clown paintings, not because I like clowns, or paintings, but because Art is supposed to provoke thought.
This particular piece was purchased at a thrift store in the Schuylkill County. Coal country, in Pennsylvania.
Why did this person decide to paint a clown?
Did he like clowns? Nobody does.
Did he have a great time at the circus?
Was he a Gacy type?
How did it end up in a thrift store?
I can stare at this painting for hours, and never provide a single answer to any of these questions.
That is why it is good Art.
So, disregard everything I am about to say.
The clown is the other. The clown is something that appears to be almost human, but isn't.
The clown has the smile drawn on his face, even when he is not smiling.
The clown is the representation of falsity.
The clown is the embodiment of the Uncanny Valley.
The Clown is the embodiment of Deep Fake technology.
The Clown is why you can't trust anything.
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