They would not let me capitalize after crashing the party.
I didn’t know I was a party-crasher. After all, why would I crash
an all-white party? To crash the party and supply novel
party-favors. Wait, I am not supposed to be here?…In art, the rules are
different. Perhaps b/c this object is esteemed unlike other
values. The more valuable, the more exclusionary; both supply
and demand. If the fore-bearers of an art-form were to
exist in some space, perhaps meta-physical in nature….
Let me explain. I am trying to capitalize (make money) on a
borrowed form of art. That is to say, my art forms are not original.
They belong to a history of art forms. Art is historical period. One
cannot break free from the idea of Art and therefore one is subject
to history. Sometimes however certain endeavors are blurred out
of the process. In any case, if some aesthetic is involved then the
subject-object matter – take for example computer programming -
can be construed as an art form. Aesthetic obviously indicates a
disposition towards Beauty. But when the form is well-documented, such as oil-painting, then the values and judgements are full of
baggage. To get on point, think about a Porsche. New models
are still designed, but many would argue the classic/ideal form
has already been canonized. If this ideal was representative of
true beauty then an invention of similar forms would be scrutinized
against those precursors. Then why do these inventors take such
risks? Logically, it makes sense to continue the ideal. Hmm…do
we believe the ideal satisfies both sides – artist and audience? Of
course Art is only that and other factors contribute to the audience’s
taste. Can we ditch the ideal and move towards a more sustainable
society? It’s too late. Gold is gold. My brain is tonic. Art is fart.
Sticks and stones. Apart the days. Progression. Movie syndrome.
The four corners of the earth. Answers are like flowers. They die.
If I promote greatness in art-making that is like failing the drug-test.
If I conflate truth-making with attention-grabbing, I am robbed!
Dignity suffers. I can’t see the truth b/c it requires concentration.
I am busy with capital B. Capital B is ingrained. But Beauty
is multi-dimensional. They say there is beauty in the hideous.
I bet if you found this beauty the hideous is transformed or succumb.
Think a black hole. I can’t guarantee this. But if the directive is
managed with good intention and good faith (skeptical at best)
the endeavor would at least be interesting enough.