Why's he called 'man of the people" if he's sporting a fucking vagina on his face?
I don't even like the concept of abstract art, let alone the hundred year long fucking joke of an execution its had. The punchline is that there are people who exist who still defend this crap.
You know what, I'll share my personal perspective on it; that its the visual equivalent of a poem, and that poems are about as interesting and pleasant to read as the fucking braille spelled out in the ass-pimples of a sedentary fatass cheeto-eating teenager. I don't care how strong your damn thematic devices and messages are, how about you go put them in a context that's actually compelling to read, like a damn novel.
Otherwise you can go read a copy of my latest book; 50 Shades of Kiss My Ass.
But Abstract Art isn't even that. It's artsy for the sake of artsy (read; a bunch of motherfuckers with pens, grasping at straws). Screw it, screw your drawing, screw everyone and anyone who participates in it or otherwise advocates it, end of fucking opinion.