JackRiddler » Mon Nov 07, 2016 2:12 am wrote:I think all this is true. Except for the part about not caring about the dopey trolls. They are everywhere and they need to be confronted, or they monopolize opinion. I remember in the 1980s when so many people were seriously afraid to say something outside the right-wing consensus, and it was all them censoring themselves. That much has fucking improved.
I also think the works in question are pretty damn impressive. Not that I approve their commodification in particular. (Artists and everyone else should be paid according to their need, right?)
I wish Willow would comment here.
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So here. I close my eyes, reset. Open. The flux of human events has thrown Biljana's paintings in front of my eyes. And I'm trained to make aesthetic value judgement. I contemplate it. Yes, artist has her own unique talent. Style I see, okay. I think of Darger for some reason. Thoughts wander. Darger, protector of children. He lives his life as janitor at a hospital, creates thousands of pages of colorful collage art sci fi stories, all hidden away in his room. Everyone probably knows this story. When he dies, landlord discovers the art. Now sells for hundreds of thousands of dollars, and his style is trendy cool. On his tombstone in the poor person part of the cemetery it says, "Henry Darger, protector of children."
It hurts, life sucks, right. I feel kind of guilty for thinking about Henry when I'm supposed to be contemplating Biljana. I notice the patterns on the walls in her paintings. They catch my eye.
That's my review. Sorry it doesn't feed the art world game. Just sick of playing it.
Yes, everyone should be paid according to their need. Even artists? well... sure, okay. Why not.
We could discuss troll-fighting strategies.
The trolls, you see, are beyond hope. I think engaging with those whose 'opinions are monopolized ' is more important. Free more of those people's opinions.
The problem, as always, always always
always, is the fucking press. And what do we do about that. I don't know.
Both his words and manner of speech seemed at first totally unfamiliar to me, and yet somehow they stirred memories - as an actor might be stirred by the forgotten lines of some role he had played far away and long ago.