The Capeesh state of mind

I often find myself not understanding. I'm the lost one at art galleries, trying to appreciate what others are. My brain clouded with whys and hows. 

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Why does folding paper excite some? How can three lines on canvas be called art? Does print on print work? Electric blue or millennial pink?

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There is constant conversation around design. Monologues and dialogues. So many opinions, so much banter, so many perspectives. So much Capeesh?

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Capeesh loosely translates to- 'Do you comprehend?' in the rhetoric. It celebrates the art of not understanding, not knowing, finding out. We don't need answers but we must ask questions.

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Allow me to walk you through the confusion in my brain. Welcome to Capeesh.