Action is itself a dubious a concept that emanates from itself contradictions and dilemmas and it is even worst when it derives from a reaction. Action is a rotting word.
Actions are literally theatrical events that by their performance side are passive statements!
You may well argue that art is by its nature a reaction to the world we live in. (if we take by example the fascists countries repressing the artistic community by their freedom of thoughts!)
Nevertheless even in a democratic country the artist became literally a Dandy! This sense of vanity leads to incoherence and vulnerability in the artwork. The society is itself the reason why the artist became somehow drifted away from its integrity perhaps!
The shaman that the artist should somehow impersonate is nothing more than pure simulation.
These are some of the factors that give us clarity of where we are:
- Loss and absence
- Withdrawal of the painting into theatricality, artifice, and coded cultural, representation of kitsch
- Delusions of romantic oneness
- Fraudulent social order
- Commodity
- Utopian desires
- False promises of consumerism
This leads to an art which is only theatrical !
The action of the artist cease to have any meaning, but the way they are regarded as residues that in some way perpetuate an essence of a loss of action, become a reaction that doesn’t lead anywhere!
It is pertinent to ask where our romantic dedication and beliefs is? This is what I try to ask myself.
(This is an open statement with no intentions whatsoever to harm or insult any creative activity or individual)
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