What is Art, but a man made creation designed to elicit emotion?
Open with a big statement, that’s what they told me. The guys who used to run this blog were nice and all, but I never really got along with them. A little too hypocritical for my liking. They said ‘DEATH2BADART’ and they thought they were making a difference – shining a light on the terrible artists and awful art around the world.
Have a good look at the old blog posts though, don’t you find them a little strange? Neon lights – White Guys in Galleries – Domestic Carcasses? There’s a curious methodology of writing here and I think, through exploring these strange angles and tangents, they’ve missed the crucial issue with art.
Art is Death.
We’ve been artists, ever since the dawn of our species.
I don’t mean caveman drawings daubed on walls, or little pots baked in the heat of the earth.
What I mean is skulls cracked in the name of territory. Throats slit in the service of honour. And families destroyed for the sake of our Gods.
It just got real up in here.
So, how does this relate to Art? Are cracked skulls the oldest form of sculpture? Were the earliest bloodiest assassinations of our times the first pieces of performance art?
Who says that these Arts are really dead? Do you think as soon as we lost our neanderthal brows we stopped cracking skulls? Stopped cutting throats and slaughtering mercilessly?
Of course not. We ran with those ideas and turned them into War.
War – the ultimate maelstrom of human art forms, clashing together in dissonant harmony.
You’d think we’d be ashamed of these acts, but we’re not. We acknowledge them, exalt them and turn them into new forms of Art.
Isn’t it sensational? A real spin on an art classic, really makes you think doesn’t it?
Makes you think: Cool. Check out that gun, that’s pretty badass. Yeah, she’s actually pretty hot, now I think of it. Pretty damn cute, with her tank top and sweet army gear.
What about this?
Look at this girly wuss. He’s got a sweet gun too, but all he wants to do is play that stupid guitar to that weird cat. What a creep.
How about this one?
This one’s just dumb. It’s almost like that green machine gun looking out of the van is a mirror image of that soldier guy.
All dressed up in green, with his eyes covered by the binoculars and that crazy gas mask. He almost looks like a machine himsel- ha. That’s it. Kind of smart, I guess. Glorifying war still though…well, not really. Ok, this one can stay.
But, I mean…look at this one, if this doesn’t prove my point, I don’t know what will:
Look at these happy smiling idiots. With the grass and trees, it almost looks rea- oh wait this is a photograph. I guess we can’t vilify these men, they probably didn’t have a choice anyway. It’s almost heartwarming, these men trying to enjoy themselves in the heat of War.
The more I think about it, this Art is just a by-product of the effect that War has on us as people. Should we stop with the War then? Probably be a good idea…but then again how would we get anything done?