Space Cadet
Where are you coming from? You yobs and hipsters right? Street art and DIY? Where is MY movement?
We embrace and denounce consumerism and kitsch simultaneously, us fucking hypocrites. We're so cool, so cool and pretentious and god damn hypocrites. Don't get me wrong, I'm one too. But we aren't that talented. I mean, everyone is talented nowadays. We love this democratization of art, but it leaves you without anywhere to put your feet down. You see, there are factories in China where they remake masterpieces over and over again without a thought. With billions of people and global communication, skill isn't hard to come by. It's absurdly Dadaist, if you think about it. Actual production is replaced by the abject and subjective. We sell ideas nowadays, that's where the money shot is. Suck it down, humanity!
So what about us. We are the pulp children, lost in space, but the great unknown has all been done before, and fuck all covered in ads and bottled and sold to us in tiny easily digestible chunks. We don't have a way left to rebel, we sell sensational because we were raised to feel sensational and nobody even looks at us. The more I look for the edge of the horizon, the more educated and worldly I get, the further out it goes, been there, done that. So where do we go but outward and up anyways, all the same? Have to go somewhere.
We are the space cadets, untethered out there. We can't give you any answers you haven't already heard. Just our own imperfect and obviously flawed subjective opinions. I don't really want to say it all over again, but I can't sit back and not speak. Because I'm a fucking artist.
God damn it, why did I have to be a fucking artist?
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