Artistic Manifesto
At first glance, Oh Shit, No Shit might read like a joke — an exaggerated tale of luxury service. But it is not just a tale. It is a real service that truly operates. And this is where the art begins: at the moment when the absurd becomes real.
This work was born from personal experience — the day the artist stepped in dog poop. It was more than an accident; it was an emotional collapse. Shame, helplessness, and a strange sense of guilt arrived at once. You feel like a victim and, somehow, the one to blame — simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Oh Shit, No Shit transforms this private moment of suffering into a public ritual of care: a functioning service that offers cleansing — both physical and symbolic. It is art that acts through reality; a service that becomes performance; a transaction that turns into dialogue between people, shame, and understanding.
You are not alone.
By assigning a high price to something so humbly ordinary, the project exposes the boundary between market and empathy, consumption and healing. Every client becomes a co‑author — someone who chooses not to hide their accident, but to transform it into an experience that can be repaired.
Oh Shit, No Shit is simultaneously a real service and a conceptual artwork. It is a platform that offers hope, irony, and cleanliness — at a price that reflects its true value: the restoration of dignity after chance.
It is both a business and ritual. A story about shit — and about being human.