Taste Sans Frontier is a chaotic rebuttal to the Guardians of Aesthetic Coherence’s paper-centric, text-averse stance. This manifesto is intentionally unruly, printed in neon colors, smudged in corners, and typically shoved into gallery tote bags without permission.
TO THE GUARDIANS: YOUR WALLS ARE COWARDS
Your blank walls tremble. Ours shout. You want quiet? We want context, graffiti, coffee orders, love letters, translations, blog comments, and receipts on the gallery wall.
WE DECLARE:
• Art deserves mess. Explanation is not part of the work.
• No wall is neutral. White space is an alibi for what went before.
WRITING IS MATERIAL
Wall text is not decoration. It’s part of the work’s nervous system.
We demand:
• Wall text in all languages, including invented ones.
• Wallpaper of scribbled notes
• Text that interrupts the work. Explains it too much. Explains it wrong.
• QR codes that go nowhere.
IF THE GUARDIANS HAD THEIR WAY…
You’d walk into a gallery, get handed a linen-bound booklet, and be expected to fold your hands like it’s a sermon on spacing.
We say: spill it.
• Stick the artist’s diary on the wall.
• Project emails mid-thought.
• Pin up the original sketch on napkin and let it wrinkle.
• Let people write back.
WHAT WE STICK TO WALLS:
Bad poetry
Rent reminders
Copyright infringements
Cancelled statements
Half-understood manifestos
SAY IT LOUD. STICK IT CROOKED.
If art has nothing to say, it belongs in a showroom.
If you’re afraid of text, maybe you’re just afraid of questions.
We don’t ask walls to stay clean. We ask them to participate.
WALL TEXT IS TEXTUAL WALLS
Put the writing where the seeing happens.
Yours incoherently,
Taste Sans Frontier
(Printed in haste, folded unevenly, annotated in pencil)
