Paintings Futility

Every art movement has become home decor, even abstract expressionism, which in it's beginning had life.
This is the only way the public could make sense of it,
as something to fill space, otherwise not much else.
Some paintings have added to my depression,
some have worsened my experience at work. They increase the feeling of repetition and the predictable nature of the job
Abstraction used for it's decorative qualities, oh goodness. Sometimes you wish the lines would retreat into the wall.
This seems to be the destruction to art when it's original purpose is no longer appreciated.

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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