Senny sipped from his mug of cafinite. Having filled out his report on the incident at Century's Rise, he was convinced that this was a homicide case ready to blow all over the news in a matter of minutes. His superiors were trying to keep the press off the trail for as long as they could, but he knew this was gonna be the big topic for the next morning. They found bone fractures, vital organs torn, a concussion, and even bullet wounds all over the victim's body. Though they had yet to I.D the victim, he was concerned this was someone of importance to someone important. Someone high up in power, high on the food chain, high in command...in Valhalla.
Just then his partner showed with a digital form filled out, most likely the I.D of their victim, and a cup of chili.
"We got it," he said. A very grim look was written all over his face. Senny looked at the form to find that he was right; this person was someone of some importance.
"The victim's name is Randolf Vill," he said. "Born in Winter Haitus on Citi-Star, spring star date 83LX. Only family was his brother Gorden Vill, former high commander of the InterSekt Marine Corps, who is now President of Prime-Star. As you no doubt saw, the victim had bullet wounds all over his body. And it makes me wonder who would be dumb enough to do that?"
"Or smart enough," Senny said. His partner gave him a look of curiosity. "I mean, really Gus. Who would use a slug thrower anymore when they could use plasma? Or a P.O weapon? Guns with bullets are easily traceable, maybe that's the point? Maybe we're being played for idiots by someone who likes to screw around with anyone in peace keeping or some kind of law enforcement?"
"Or maybe it could be a hired hit," Gus said. "You gotta remember, Senny. When congress passed the Act of Justice and Swift Execution, one of the things to go was the use of cyanide laber rings. Which back then, was another means for anyone who liked keeping their hands clean, to hire and 'fire' any employees they wished."
"Employees to anyone high up or underground was basically another word for slavery in their business," said Senny.
"Well...slavery isn't the word I would use," Gus stated.
Steven Lee Matz
These photographs were taken with every intention of using them for W.I.P; I never did. I had wanted to explain the piece further, and show people how art is, more often than not, it's own sentient organism or spirit which has the power to do what it wants.
Such is the mysterious character of the creative path. There is no true way. No established order. From chaos comes order.
I began this piece with a concept in my mind which was smooth, cold, porcelain. What I was given is something which is dense, clotted, and fleshy. A far cry from my original concept, but the spirit of the thing demanded that it be so! So, be it!
Steven Lee Matz
Gus Romero IV
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A great specter is looming over the art world: the specter of Inter|Sekt. For far too long we have watched the artists of our generation turned into a disposable commodity, bought and sold by the galleries, stifled in their expression by the tastes of the art consultants who purchase pieces on behalf of financially minded clients who want a "solid investment".
They have been amalgamated into schools, said schools are a device of gallerists and art historians to divide and conquer the creatives and free thinkers.
For we live in a nation which thinks itself to be free yet is not, they expect the same of their artists.
Our culture has been raped and plundered by the upper echelon, picked apart and sold by the same greed mongers who claim to be it's patrons. The tool which has most effectively stunted the growth of modern American art in particular is the clever indoctrination of this idea of schools to not only the art student but anyone whom even reads a brief survey of the history of art sees that it is broken up into these categorized schools; ultimately the philosophies of these various sects creates conflict, division, and ultimately destruction of the morale and submission to the established order. Thus rendering the creative spirit confused and useless.
This helps curb the rebellious spirit of the average citizen outside of the art world in other spheres of society.
Art history is a lie and galleries are dens of thieves!
Inter|Sekt is not destroying the schools or the galleries, we are simply showing you they were never real, at least not in a world outside of that constructed by academics to sell text books to art students.
The reign of the gallerists and art consultants is over when you want it to be.
From the ashes of the indoctrinated schools of every form of art shall arise The New World Creative.
-Steven Lee Matz-
The inter|sekt manifesto