Despite the amount of time I spend being “all about the Art” — see previous post
I actually think “Fuck Art” (Art with a capital A).
These things (formerly known as Art objects) don’t need the hallowed name of Art to justify their existence.
“Why is there a load of bricks lying around on gallery floor?”
“That’s no load of bricks Sir, that’s Art”
“Oh, OK then”
We’ve been in an and era where you had to justify wasting your time and energy making this “useless” stuff by calling it Art.
You’d justify charging people money for original/reproduced Art objects. Justify your existence as a person who makes useless things by having the concept of “Artist making Art” to make it all OK.
These things don’t need justification.
I spent so long wanting to make things and call myself an Artist.
But now I’m like
“Sod this for a game of soldiers. I don’t want to hang the noose of Art around my neck.”
“Just get on and do whatever, stop being tyrannised by this word”.
I don’t want to think about Art any more, but it seems there’s not much I can do about that.
Seriously, “Concept of Art” — please leave me alone.
And above is an unrelated photo.