Savage thoughts en route to the heart of the creative dream re: Art has no value!
Makers of fine art objects, craftsman, fashioners, artisans, artists put down your tools and lend me your tears.
Art is dead. Slain in the mind and heart of the masses by newer, finer, shinier artefacts of expression and communication. Stylish function is the new king as Joe public asks "What can your Art do for me that my gadget cannot?"
The benefit or value of art is apparent everywhere, from retail signage to jewellery, magazines and a world of coommunication advertised using criminal art form - graffiti (Lock the vandals up). Pure art is at once redundant and dangerous, if not utilised and controlled by the design sluts, pimping the art-whores for every last drop of creative fluid running down their leg from their last hasty and furtive act of fertile imagining.
Art is only safe in its benign and refined form, servicing commercial appeal and the appearance of originality, uniqueness, the point(lessness) of difference. Along with the outright persecution of 'free' artists and the perpetrators of expression, a more sinister fate has been exacted by the Corporate Captains at the top. A stage managed indifference, a subliminal discreditisation of the creative milieu, eugggghhhhhh! A blanding exercise of epic proportions.
Passion and commitment becomes self-indulgence, acknowledgment becomes vanity and greed and so on. This malaise against real art is made worse by our own over-funded, fifth columnists, the sunday painters, potters and pretenders whose tide of colourful medicrioty spews forth from the fountain of inexplicable self-belief to pollute the rivers of the real.
You have no time and no need for art, hurrah!
So be it, let us withdraw our influence, our input and our interest. Let us take away what cannot be measured, what does not earn financial return, the free, the creative, the difficult and the sublime. Lets keep our ideas under our hat, lest a designer/publisher, advertiser puts them to better use annhilating the environment slowly but surely.
Let us take all colour, all expression, all form, all texture from the world until a new measurement can be found for the value of art and the heart found to pay for it.
Transmit and You Shall Receive
1 comment:
Ha ha ha. Art is indeed for arts sake and in the main would appear to be as much about justication of our own experiences/existence as it would about exploring an idea. I know mine is! But then again that is an idea. Oh I don't know now I'm confused.
Never mind the Bollocks just take the money and run if someone wants to be pay then encourage them and if they don't then it 's all about letting off steam and Jah knows we all need escape.
Perhaps that is what art is and escape a distraction much like drugs.
Ha now I'm doubly confused.
Quick pass me the pill jar so I can get out and put my arse oops Fruedian slip, arts in someone/anyones face.
They don't know what they're missing and without an audience there is no art.
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