Couple of words for the fine art scene and what I think about it.

To change something in the arts and within art scene is something I have very little faith in, it is as it is on and on. As I have little faith in changing the world of finance that has rules of its own obeying greed only, patterns that repeat. Same thing, much cannot be done. But one can try. I have never been on the side of giving up as fine art seems to be. It likes to divide people into losers and winners. It suits its means and the stardom cult. All this means for me taking an outsider position, because plain truth does not work well in a world of shallowness, circles of friends and facades hiding utter empty heads. Well, It actually works too well to be tolerated.

The effect and turmoil are worth while and results can be surprising. Process of trying to change the unchangeable, an entity unwilling to change, is a violent situation. Measures and means to put down those who dare try vary from humiliation to silence. It is a pattern of those who have something to gain in a system they are in and it is serving for them. Closed systems are very sensitive and touchy. Taking care of image and the walls around is more important than what is actually being said and done. It is like floating on waves of acceptance of friends that share your world and views in thinking what is the ultimate right and truth. From there it is easy to judge and play warmhearted.

In this kind of small talk environment anything that is somehow out of the ordinary is a bullet. In this kind of world making a controversy is fairly easy, but how to make it last and completely push the buttons, the right ones all at the same time crushingly. One must understand what are the fears of people in such a world and what is expected of people entering that world. Most effective is an act that is about shame, putting down in humiliation, talk people share behind each other’s backs and reasons for it. What kind of emotional order of desires is at hand? Delicious. This is why and how: There are urges of something to gain and the ways to stardom. Choosing one’s path is to know why one is doing what one is doing and to whom. Interesting is the extent of passion of doing when you begin and what happens to it, how it evolves. Can you hold on to the thrill and charm of naive enthusiasm?

p.s.

Everything we do begins from being creative and having ideas. Problem is how the different kinds of creative acts are valued and why. Is the logic same with value of work and how it constructs itself? With arts there are the divisions and barriers it likes to build, calling acts of creativity high and low, good and bad. Of course there are beautiful pieces of art and the bad bad, but maybe the point is somewhere else which is the real value of doing and having art. It is something institutionalized art very often lacks, a genuine process and continuity.

Does the word work define creativity from the very beginning or is it other way around? Or is it money that defines work and also value of creativity?  How much, what is it worth, what do I get, what is there to get and what to give?

walking outside the method

Processing translations draped in living room curtains
having them as a dress around me, being of some size, I’m not myself then, now or never, what is myself, because I change
swinging
looking up to the ceiling smiling like an idiot, Beautiful! beautiful gown. Like someone else’s.
women talking, producing queer practices bringing up little ones to be not queer, sane and healthy breathingly, look a bub, as long as they are extraordinary adults like no one else. Dear Headind, there is always the future, hope, something new. Oh, look a cup.
Perfection.
Trigonometrics and how to proceed. I get stuck here. To get advance, advantage, knowledge, fingerprints, smudges, sandcakes, sand under soles and it is wrecking. OFF OFF, i shout. What, are you mad!

Technically felt at edge of space
having offspring with animal hearts, monkey hearts exactly put, because of no reason,
they started flying low, acoustic mammals shouting sunlight in curtains.
Perplexity on a peer around me, how did you end up there? I availed myself of the opportunity.
I continue. Not asking if I should. Not asking.
But I open my mouth.