We all know what it’s like to have a shitty, messy housemate. In my case, I know it insanely intimately because I am the shitty, messy housemate – a fact for which I make zero apologies. My messes are baffling in their complexity and forwardness. It’s not just dirty plates in the sink: I go the route of mysterious cardboard boxes left haphazardly around the house.
My passive-aggressive art gallery is thriving, although some critics don’t care for my emphasis on found pieces. pic.twitter.com/qp9hJ651tW
— justin L! cousson (@justincousson) March 16, 2017
@justincousson In total, the installation contains more than 30 pieces spanning the living room, kitchen and laundry pic.twitter.com/3zwCpHy07I
— justin L! cousson (@justincousson) March 17, 2017