Tracey’s Scratchy Minge

Trace, I have no problem with your wealth…fair play to you…enjoy.
I have no problem with your fame…although I worry that it will eventually eat you.

I have no problem with you banging on about your moist cunt…although it is starting to loose it’s shock value…poor old thing must be getting a bit battered by now too…

 

No…the ones I have a problem with are the idiots who have promoted you to the level of a great artist…the establishment intellectuals and dealers who have created this fairy story (Emperors new clothes anyone?). Trace, there is good art and there is bad art…and yours is…well…at best…banal

 

I do have a problem with the cult of personality…you are more interesting than your work…you have become the art establishment equivalent of a reality TV inmate….you would be great in The Only Way is Essex…shallow…self obsessed…

 

So here’s one for you…I have done something for you…something that you don’t have the skill or ability to do yourself…paint your own likeness…enjoy…you really do look like this…