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Third Friday - 08.18.2017

8/18/2017

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 The Art Elite {aka how to kill without conscience}
It’s not your parents Art World anymore!

I know artists who are constantly cheating on their women, AND they don't use condoms. These are the artists that paint beautiful women as goddesses, only to objectify and betray them out of spite. I know artists who befriend other artist’s ONLY if they can sell a painting for over $30,000. If you aren't up to that price range, you’ll be the victim of character assignation amongst their peers and shut out. If you're not a collector or upscale gallery, why would they send the elevator back down? Are these artists clever social climbers with choices based solely on ego, ass and money?  I know gallerists who poker faced lie blatantly about their business, and consistently hold back payment for paintings sold to keep everyone in check… Should these people go to jail?                                                                                                                                  
Just a few examples of a system morally bereft, and charming as fuck. The art they make is great. The shows they put on are professional and clean, yet hidden deep within their character belies a criminal intent. With the widening gap in the worlds socio-economic inequality, the art wealthy have tightened their game, and their purse strings. The economy’s tough, and rents are rising. Elitism is encouraged for survival. Born to be a good little capitalist, one must build a clannish system of sustaining their bottom line by shutting out the hungry, unless of course, you give them money. You will probably have to go down on your knees, and without objection, hand over a piece of your soul just to open a fucking door. This is Show Business. Step in line.
 Of course, there’s other ways to rise to the top if you're poor. If you're a big-eyed girl painter you will be embraced, boozed and tickled by the elite. Carbon copying Mark Ryden’s sketchbook helps. The big-eyed girl door is always open and willing… Originality has gone by the way of the dinosaur, as an original voice is hard to package and sell. Quick easy sales mean fatter pockets and media darling features. Being born independently wealthy helps also. The elitist doors are swung wide open without hesitation. Money wants more money, and No-one wants to hang with someone driving a Volvo. Why would anyone invest in a poor person? All that they do is bitch and complain about being shit on. They’re supposed to keep that shit quiet and just assume their lot in life.Step in line.                                                                                               
If your thirsty ass finds itself privy to join an inner circle, you're allowed to stand in the bar, but you'll never be offered a drink. You can go to the after party, but never their homes. That’s how these things work. If you dare to suggest a solo show, you will be told that you cannot pay their monthly water bill, and that you're just not ready yet. You need to wait you're allotted 5 years before they get around your rose colored whiny ass. Shame on you for not being an overnight sensation. Business must condescend and scold you as an employee, just to remind you where you stand. Prepare to pound the pavement for media coverage and wealth, only allowed back in to share the wealth that you've amassed from your journey. You’ll be deemed an idiot for not having the common sense to brand yourself as a product. If they can’t sell you, why the fuck would the put you on a shelf in their store? Of course, they can’t help you mold yourself into something greater, they're role is to sell you, not manufacture you. Of course, they'll never embrace you as a special individual, because you never will be until your price range goes up. Why would they take a chance on you? Unless the motives are driven by profit, your soggy ass can stand out in the rain until you sell it on the street. Step in line.                                                                                                                     Let’s say lightning strikes and you do catch some fire with your work. The door is now open for you. What’s behind it? Your phone will actually start ringing! You'll have sex thrown at you from behind the scenes just to keep you quiet and content. You'll be promised a raise, and they'll hand you fat joints and wine filled solo cups. You can now mingle in the devil’s playground. Soulless artists perfecting soulless social graces. Painters of technically skilled masterpieces will look at you as the CEO looks down at a janitor. Nobody likes a suck ass, but selling yourself is embedded in their very language. You have to provide the illusion of complacency, a false aire of apathy, and a fuck you it’s mine mentality. You’ve been plucked out of obscurity to no longer toil with the wanna-be’s, why look back and acknowledge their pain? They’re poor and unchosen, let them fend for themselves. You wouldn't want to associate with conniving blood thirsty miscreants. They’ll teach you how to tease with the ever alluding carrot, and how to berate fellow artists with the precision of a skilled surgeon. Step in line.                                                          
Now that you've arrived at your destination the work is all smooth sailing from here on out. Have an itch to paint a landscape? Fuck that shit son, you need to keep producing those big-eyed girls. Have a hankering to go minimalist? Have you lost your fucking mind? Step in line, homey. Minimalism is not what we hired you for. You are forever indebted to the audience that we've found for you. You wouldn't want to rock that boat, it fucks with my money. And you know what messing with my money means. Mafioso five and dime store threat tactics are what were all about. We’re in the mind fucking and credit card swiping business. We’ll tell you any bullshit you want to hear, as long as you know your role. You pay me, I allow you to know me. Bottom line? Step in line.                                                                                                                                                  So, fellow once poor struggling artist, what is to become of you now that your dreams have all come true? Will you have to make excuses for the corrupt system you've abhorrently been sequestered to. Can you stand yourself now that you're no longer free to willfully express? What will you say with a voice that's been silenced and molded by your elitist cult friends? Should you just say Fuck it, the moneys good? You once had a passion in your heart waiting to explode with excitement and laughter, but now you live in a clown suit, and I pray for your escape. You can escape, you know? Get out of line.                                                                             Take a long hot shower and scrub off the pretentious monkey outfit they've adorned you. Stop accepting bribes and gifts from your big money donors, and start speaking out against the corrupt business practices. Stop the rigged money marketing trail, and expose the money laundering mafia for what it really is. It’s a P.T. Barnum side show huckster, pimping false integrity. Burn down the Circus… Picket their properties. Name names. Tell everyone who will listen exactly what kind of whore they've made you. Go back to your real friends, you know, the poor people who bitched a whole lot. They probably loved you, and if they didn’t, at least they were sincere. Maintain a standard of self sustainment. If this free market economy is based on supply and demand, start giving everything away for free. If this was that status shit you wanted to acquire, that’s exactly what got you into this mess in the first place. Get out of line and draw your own.  
 
                                                                                                        
David MacDowell 
                                                                                


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2 Comments
J. Mazzocco
8/18/2017 02:36:08 pm

It's getting better all the time. Better, better, better. The Beatles 1967

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Lorna Mess
8/18/2017 02:45:41 pm

David MacDowell saying it as it is and how it should be....
Educate, agitate, organise
Free your Mind and your Art will follow.......

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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; 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

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