My little heart is bursting with joy…there are now 6 people in my amigurumi ning. One just shared her story in a blog post and got right down to the heart of it: there is something wonderful about creating something with your two hands.
Anyway, I wanted to write about irony today. I’m sick of irony. I’m sick of the effect it’s had on our culture. There is no genuine art anymore. There’s a sick sense of irony in everything kids these days are creating. And despair. Come on now. Maybe that’s why kitsch is so comforting to me. I don’t think anyone in this world has let herself be happy since 1942. That was a random year I chose. This generation is so, so, so afraid of enjoying what they enjoy. Or is it just me? Or are we all kidding ourselves? So much worry if something will sell or if something’s “good” enough.
I got in an argument with a classmate in 2007 about art. This student said he’d never want his art sold in Meijer or Walmart. He’d want it in a proper gallery and sold for a decent price there. My argument was, how is that his choice at all? And what difference does it make? You can try to sell your art in a certain place to certain people but you have no control over what people will enjoy, or how much they’ll pay you for it. Unless you tell them it’s cool to enjoy it. That’s how hipster happened. The end.
An artwork that may change your life (see blog) could be in a Walmart in Kansas. Or in a gallery in downtown Chicago. Let’s get really po-mo and pretend that there is no difference between these places. That the location of the art has nothing to do with its quality. Look at the piece for what it is at that moment. It’s really hard to do. Especially among photos of the Eiffel Tower in Target.
A little off-topic from irony. But not really. My point is that I don’t think this generation was meant to be cynical and I think we’re moving toward a new, idealistic, optimistic revolution.
Led by Andrew WK.