Both, sorta.

Art is a form of communication. It is up to the author/artist to ensure the message they want to convey is both clear and understood to their target audience.

However, no matter how hard you try there will always be some who don’t interpret it as intended. These typically fall outside of the target audience, but their interpretation is still valid.

If the target audience still misinterprets, their interpretation is valid, but the artist did a poor job communicating their intention. This does not necessarily mean the art is bad though.

From what I can see that instance is just filled with people making crossposts from other instances.

As a chef of ~20 years, I completely understand and approve.

Ah yes, being in College and meeting with my garlic dealer was always such a highlight.

135 Tyndall Ave, Toronto. As some graffiti I saw nearby said “King and Duff is mad rough”.

Move-in day I had what I’m fairly certain was a drug dealer got into a fight with me.

The elevator license was about a year expired, so I refused to use it. Walking up 7 stories wasn’t too big a deal, except that the stairwell was usually home to a few meth heads indulging in their habit.

Frequently I would find homeless people sleeping in the halls outside my unit, often having to wake them up so I could get inside my own home.

My roommate and I used to hang out on our balcony and look at the people below and try to guess whether they were drug addicts, prostitutes, or former patients from the mental health institution the government had shut down a few years prior (many ended up homeless).

That doesn’t even begin to touch on the bedbugs, roaches, and pigeon problems that building had, or the bi-weekly fire alarms.

I got out of there within 6 months. Absolute hell. The area has a very large Tibetan population, and I do miss seeing the monks and prayer flags though.

The entire cast of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Danny Devito may have decades of work under his belt, but he’ll always be Frank Reynolds to me.

That Blackberry movie that Glenn Howerton was in was decent, but I could not take Bald Dennis seriously.

Little Nemo (1989), and We’re Back (1993). I think my brother and I burned out those VHS tapes from overplaying them.

We broke up before my son was even born. It was for the best though, he’ll never have to go through the breakup.

The more stories I hear about other’s experiences with health care, the happier I am with my team and that I live in Canada.

I use SyncThing.