THIRD FRIDAY: 01.18.19

1/18/2019

All Artists Are Murderers
We come in all shapes and sizes

Some parents put a drop of paint thinner in their children’s cereal, ultimately the art of death plays out wonderfully. Some children emotionlessly murder animals, worshipping the sacred art of mass mutilation. Slashing and scratching at vulnerable wounds. Stabbing and violating our private sensitivity into a choral uprising of macabre grotesque. Too scared to kill yourself? Kill the Art Elite! Afraid of authority? Piss in their flavor of the month coffee pot! Kill your Corporate Art God’s and toss your Greedy Greedy Gallery idols violently into the volcano of disgust. You’re an artist with a strange wonderful mind. A mind that the elite simultaneously worships and detests. Your imagination has the power to trigger massive chaos in their streets. Use your weapon’s wisely with surgical precision. Pull that trigger. This is a war of Good versus Evil. Don’t just make them laugh, make them piss blood in their pants with embarrassment. Tired of getting your ankles bitten by false promises? Drop kick that little fucking dog straight out of their stained glass gallery window. Did your condescending art mentors tell you what to do? Shame them so badly in the public arena, that they run in shame toward the nearest bridge. And before they jump to their demise, look into their tear stained eyes and silently whisper “FUCK YOUUUU.” The only time that you should apologize, is when you deeply regret not killing them sooner. You’re an artist, and surely you must have zero doubt. YOU are a cold blooded murderer. Own it. Some Murderers are methodical with their weapons. Painting something so focused, to emotionally manipulate society’s feeble mind’s so precisely, that you make them resort to unconscionable acts of transparency. We walk amongst a sterile and vampiric cabal of cannibalistic tag alongs. You are only a commodity and a cash machine in their eyes. Being the producer of dreams to those so unskilled to manifest any, you must bash their brains so violently with truth and indignation, that their selfish motivations ooze from their stubborn pores. Hold up your art as a mirror, so they see how unapologetically disgusting they’ve treated you. And in kind, make them melt into the puddles of disrespecting puss that they always were. You have the power. You have always had it. They were only holding you back until now. So here we stand blood soaked and brazen. An army of Artist’s so ruthless and unwavering. Never forget what brought us here. Never forget the shame and lies and piss that they put into you, to silence your voice. Never forget the rules and the cages, and the long promised wages that they never intended to pay. Their entire existence was placed solely here to kill rape, eat and kill you. Once they see that they killed the chef, they’re banished to eat shit art until another rises. Enjoy the wait, bitches. We have always controlled the pay. Murderer’s come in all packages. Some come to maim without ever intending to kill. Their corporate masters perpetuate the rebel, but never follow through with the promise. Be Authentic. Rise above and make an example. As you slowly walk out of the gallery, after killing every mother fucker in the room, you are redeemed. No-one will ever call you a fake, or a phony. For their throats will be slashed with the sharp reassurance to never doubt you ever again. You were born to Kill. Embrace your destiny and indulge in your passion. This isn’t just blood sport. This is WAR. Let the massacres commence!

David MacDowell
January 16, 2019

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