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page 1: A digital chroniquer of a globalized consumocracy
page 2: The artist looking at the canvas
page 3: We are the beheaders
page 4: Timeless, indestructable beauty
The classic image of the artist is a painter who stands before his canvas. Projecting and directing his thoughts and visions into the white open. This is the moment of creation, of human supremacy over matters. Yes, we have invented the formerly unknown white canvas, and we will define her by giving her form and color. The ritual of painting the first line on virginal paper is essential to the human race. We create and destruct and make things anew. We are triumph.
The artist looking at the canvas is a being that is convinced of his ideas. If he is not, he should get out of this place as soon as possible. A doubtful artist is a burden to the arts and his closest relatives. If an artist does not know, there is no reason whatsover to even try. Still, these artist who know, or think they know, or act like they know, or have been told by others – who would like them to – that they know, are plentiful. But allthough many of them might be virtuoso in their own field, only few of them have the talent, or indeed the courage, to let the canvas look back at them, and make art. For this is the essence of art.
It is not us, looking at the artwork. But it is the artwork, looking back at us. |
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