My work documenting the legacy of the defective human beings who pick up their dogs' excrement in dog poo bags and then just toss it on the ground or wherever the hell they feel like it continues.
You'll notice that most of these seven poo bags have been carefully knotted at the top. I feel this gets us closer to understanding the unfathomable dichotomous impulses competing within the cretins responsible. On the one hand, they pick up the poo and tie the bag in a knot. So far, so good. If the story ended there, you'd think, "This is a reasonable person not so very different from myself." On the other hand, they just fling the full poo bags away to become someone else's problem, leading you to think, "Who are these reprehensible monsters?"
Therein lies the mystery, and, I feel, the essence of art.