Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

One of Those Ideas You Wish Were Yours

I love JoshSpear.com. Such a cool site to keep up with what's happening in design and art. He finds cool stuff and tells you about it. I've written about his site before when he posted about Luke Chueh.

Read on after the jump for his latest cool recommendation.



Yesterday he wrote about two sites I hadn't heard of before: Wants For Sale and Needs For Sale. Apparently Wants For Sale came first, its purpose being:

Aimed at providing the couple a chance to acquire objects of their material fancy through the sale of artistic renderings of said wants at the exact cost of said item, Justin and Christine were able to afford everything ranging from a slice of pizza to an iPhone.


The new site Needs For Sale has a more charitable purpose:

All of the paintings Justin and Christine sell go to help various causes; for instance, Habitat for Humanity says that a $100 donation buys a kitchen sink, so the site has a painting of a kitchen sink on sale for $100.


So give a little cash, get some cool art and depending on what you buy, help a good cause. These may make good Christmas presents.

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Monday, November 19, 2007

Selling Out Is Not Possible

If reading different, various takes on the topic of art, "selling out", etc. is something you enjoy, I present a companion piece to the Dave Eggers essay I posted here last year.

Here Kevin Barnes, lead singer of the Athens, Georgia band Of Montreal preemptively defends against the backlash he expects for recently taping a commercial for T-Mobile. This is not the first time Of Montreal has come into the spotlight on account of this issue. We've already talked about their Outback Steakhouse commercials.



Courtesy of Stereogum:

Selling Out Isn't Possible
by Kevin Barnes

Are you a sell out? Yes. Don't let it bother you though, cause apparently I am also a sell out, and so are your parents and everyone you've ever known. The only way to avoid selling out is to live like a savage all alone in the wilderness. The moment you attempt to live within the confines of a social order, you become a sell out. Once you attempt to coexist you sell out. If that's true, then selling out is a good thing. It is an important thing. If we didn't do it, we'd be fucked, quite literally, by everyone bigger than us physically who found us fuckable.

The pseudo-nihilistic punk rockers of the 70's created an impossible code in which no one can actually live by. It's such garbage. The idea that anyone who attempts to do anything commercial is a sell out is completely out of touch with reality. The punk rock manifesto is one of anarchy and intolerance. The punk rockers polluted our minds. They offered a solution that had no future. Of course, if the world would have ended before Sandinista! was released then everything would have been alright. It didn't. Now we have all of these half-conceived ideas and idiot philosophies floating around to confuse and alienate us. I think it is important to face reality. It is important to decide whether you are going to completely rail against the system or find a way to make it work for you. You cannot do both -- and if you attempt to do both you will only become even more bitter and confused.

When I was younger, and supported my parents, I chose to float between the two. A lot of people choose to do this. There are so many confused young people running around now polluted by this alloyed version of the tenets of the punk rock manifesto. Of course they're confused. It isn't possible to be in chorus with capitalism and anarchy. You must pick one or the other. Very few people are willing to do it, though. The worst kind of person is the one who sucks the dick of the man during the daytime and then draws pictures of themselves slitting his throat at night. Jesus Christ, make up your mind! The thing is, there is a lack of balance. When capitalism is working on a healthy level, everyone gets their dick sucked from time to time and no one gets their throat slit. It's impossible to be a sell out in a capitalist society. You're only a winner or a loser. Either you've found a way to crack the code or you are struggling to do so. To sell out in capitalism is basically to be too accommodating, to not get what you think you deserve. In capitalism, you don't get what you think you deserve though. You get what someone else thinks you deserve. So the trick is to make them think you are worth what you feel you deserve. You deserve a lot, but you'll only get it when you figure out how to manipulate the system.

Why commercialize yourself? In the art industry, it's extremely difficult to be successful without turning yourself into a cartoon. Even Hunter S. Thompson knew this. God knows Duchamp and Warhol knew it. Some artists are turned into cartoons and others do it themselves. I prefer to do it myself. at least then I can control how my cock is photographed. Why should it be considered such an onerous thing to view the production of art as a job? To me, the luckiest people are the ones who figure out a way to earn a living doing what they love and gain fulfillment from. Like all things in this life, you have to make certain sacrifices to get what you want. At least most of us do. If you're not some trust-fund kid or lotto winner, you've got to slave it out everyday. People who wanna be artists have the hardest time of it 'cause we are held up to these impossible standards. We're expected to die penniless and insane so that the people we have moved and entertained over the years can keep us to themselves. So that they can feel a personal and untarnished connection with our art. The second we try to earn a living wage or, god forbid, promote our art in the mainstream, we are placed under the knives of the sanctimonious indie fascists. Unfortunately, there isn't some grand umbrella grant that supports indie rockers financially and enables us to exist outside of the trappings of capitalism.

The thing is, I like capitalism. I think it's an interesting challenge. It's a system that rewards the imaginative and ambitious adults and punishes the lazy adults. Our generation is insanely lazy. We're just as smart as our parents but we are overwhelmed by contradicting ideas that confuse us into paralysis. Maybe the punk rock ethos made sense for the "no future" generation but it doesn't make sense for me. I like producing and purchasing things. I'd much rather go to IKEA than to stand in some bread line. That's because I don't have to stand in a bread line. Most people who throw around terms like "sellout" don't have to stand in one either. They don't have to stand in one because they are gainfully employed. The term "sellout" only exists in the lexicon of the over-privileged. Almost every non-homeless person in America is over-privileged, at least in a global sense.

Obviously, I've struggled with the concept. I've struggled because of the backlash following my songs placement in TV commercials. That is, until I realized that the negative energy that was being directed towards me really began to inspire my creativity. It has given me a sense of, "well, I'll show them who is a sellout, I'm going to make the freakiest, most interesting, record ever!!!" ... "I'm going to prove to them that my shit is wild and unpolluted by the reach of some absurd connection to mainstream corporate America."

I realized then that, for me, selling out is not possible. Selling out, in an artistic sense, is to change one's creative output to fit in with the commercial world. To create phony and insincere art in the hopes of becoming commercially successful. I've never done this and I can't imagine I ever will. I spent seven years not even existing at all in the mainstream world. Now I am being supported and endorsed by it. I know this won't last forever. No one's going to want to use one of my songs in a commercial five years from now, so I've got to take the money while I can. It's the same with pro athletes. You only get it while you're hot and no one stays commercially viable for long. It's not like Michael Vick is going to be receiving any big endorsement deals anytime soon. As sad as it may seem, one of the few ways most indie bands can make any money whatsoever is by selling a song to a commercial. Very very few bands make enough money from album sales or tour revenue to enable themselves to quit their day job.

Next time you see a commercial with one of your favorite bands songs in it, just tell yourself, "cool, a band I really like made some money and now I can probably look forward to a few more records from them." It's as simple as that. We all have to do certain things, from time to time, that we might not be completely psyched about, in order to pay the bills. To me, the TV is the world's asshole boss and if anyone can earn some extra bucks from it and they're not Bill O'Reilly, it's a good thing.

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Thursday, September 06, 2007

A Tale of Two Lukes




A very long time ago I wrote to you guys about music and the way that one occasionally responds on some basic, primitive level that is virtually unexplainable. You can read the original post here. It's still a post I feel strongly about.

While that post in particular was written about music, I've found over time that the same holds true for all forms of art. To clarify, for the remainder of this post I'm going to use the word art to refer to all works in all mediums: paint, pencil, ink, music, film, architecture, design, literature, poetry, etc.



I don't know much about art at all. I would venture to say that I know embarrassingly little. I often miss symbolism, implied meaning, and artist's intent that other educated people pick up on pretty easily. I think there was a time in my life when I had great passion about these things and so gave them much more attention, thus becoming better at recognizing and interpreting their meaning. Then I graduated from college, joined the rest of the cubicle army and haven't had the time to devote to the arts that I used to. Over the years my ability to enjoy and interpret have diminished.

The real bummer about this is that the majority of my friends are either artists or very like-minded fans of art. Writers, poets, filmmakers, painters, musicians, designers, these are the people I spend time with. Needless to say I spend a lot of time feeling rather dim.

However, I do know instantly when I like something. I may not be able to tell you exactly why I like it, but I respond to it and I Know that I like it.

This happened recently with a work by my friend, Elise Sonnier. I've always really enjoyed her work for a number of reasons, and her most recent series has been very interesting. She had a show here in Lafayette recently and there was one piece in particular that I responded to very strongly. I know in my head why I like it so much but I can't really put it into words. Thankfully, I can revisit that feeling a lot now because it's hanging in my house. Awesome.

She doesn't have the painting I'm referring to online, but this is another of her works that I like:



Today I've experienced another response similar to that. I was reading JoshSpear.com, a blog that specializes in basically all things media, which I read daily. One of his most recent posts was a piece about artist Luke Chueh in reference to an upcoming show in Los Angeles. So I read the piece and followed the link to Chueh's website (which I recommend you do as well, as soon as you finish reading this dreadfully long post).

I fell in love immediately. Looking through the index of his work, there are some I love (most of them) and others I don't love as much (very few), but I really like his aesthetic. Again, I don't know why but this is something I am enjoying very much.

I think this one is my favorite.

Coincidentally, it just so happens that my birthday is this month. September 28th is the magic day, as I'm sure you all are aware because your calenders are undoubtedly marked with large red circles indicating such. If anyone can figure out how to get their hands on a print of almost any of Luke Chueh's work, this would be a very very good idea for a birthday gift. I would love to have one or more of his paintings in my home.

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