Read a story once about a responsible young man supporting his whole family, a crew of dependent, semi-grateful, self-centered apathetic non-functionals. Well, one morning he wakes up as president with cotton candy hair, a small, really small vocabulary, and absolutely no idea how anything works -- like a bad dream for everyone. Turns out in the story they all eventually got well, became productive, made it on their own. Remember the reclining-chair old father became a night guard with brass buttons, lost some weight, trimmed his mustache, such as that.
Is real life like art? Here’s a chance to find out. Will ‘ART,’ the slightly degenerate, irreverent jester of the ultra-rich, invited to all the important parties, good for a laugh, or a joke, or a prank, also proving useful sneaking money bags past the tax man, clean up his act? Right now, when all that NEA money and those corporate foundation dollars are about to be cannibalized by battleships and border walls, does art just collapse? Don’t leave me on my own it cries -- my warehouses of investment art withering in the fresh air of change like mummies when a tomb is opened. Art, humbled and repentant, will have to appeal to common folk, so degrading, just to earn its keep, and if the story is like life, art will wind up stronger, more relevant, an active contributing participant in the culture and the lives of average citizens.
Change seems to happen all over at once, and the evolution we’re all witnessing isn’t really a matter of cause and effect. Art is rising up to meet a new consciousness, and will be there when it arrives. Murals abound, spreading like an invasive species, but haven’t seen an abstract yet, and gallery exhibits are becoming user friendly, finding more patrons with pictures of things. Art is the harbinger of change, not its biographer, and leads a new way of thinking as much as follows it.
Is real life like art? Here’s a chance to find out. Will ‘ART,’ the slightly degenerate, irreverent jester of the ultra-rich, invited to all the important parties, good for a laugh, or a joke, or a prank, also proving useful sneaking money bags past the tax man, clean up his act? Right now, when all that NEA money and those corporate foundation dollars are about to be cannibalized by battleships and border walls, does art just collapse? Don’t leave me on my own it cries -- my warehouses of investment art withering in the fresh air of change like mummies when a tomb is opened. Art, humbled and repentant, will have to appeal to common folk, so degrading, just to earn its keep, and if the story is like life, art will wind up stronger, more relevant, an active contributing participant in the culture and the lives of average citizens.
Change seems to happen all over at once, and the evolution we’re all witnessing isn’t really a matter of cause and effect. Art is rising up to meet a new consciousness, and will be there when it arrives. Murals abound, spreading like an invasive species, but haven’t seen an abstract yet, and gallery exhibits are becoming user friendly, finding more patrons with pictures of things. Art is the harbinger of change, not its biographer, and leads a new way of thinking as much as follows it.
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