In a time when art continues to expand, swallowing whole and spitting out every conceivable fancy like a flock of birds, frightened by the loud bang of the newer, better, more interesting, more stuff, more,more,more. Will we begin to drown in the detritus of artistic desperation. Where the private workings of a person’s discord is publicly paraded as art, in a pursuit to rid the mind and soul of social and environmental guilt. When institution, money and elitism guide the future of art, culture and thus identity, it becomes difficult to identify truly original artistic expression, and who has found freedom and who has become enslaved...
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 20:37:57 +0000
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