SVPV

Is bullshit. It’s all such nothing.

It makes you hate making work, hate being creative. You wonder how you’ll ever make good art when all you ever do is complete meaningless assignments just so you don’t fail. You make uninspired work just to have something to pin to the board during your asinine, drivel-filled critique.

You’re never good enough. You can make half assed shitty work and everyone loves it. You can workandworkandworkandwork, forget to sleep and eat. Sacrifice your social life. And it’s all for nothing. You get a C because you didn’t ‘realize your concept’. When in reality you did. You completely did. When every stranger comes up to you and comments about exactly what the work is about, you fucking realized it. It seems that if your concept isn’t extremely hard to understand, it’s not good enough. The person in charge of your grade focuses on what you didn’t do or what you could have done and their suggestions don’t make sense with your concept. What the fuck do you do then?

Or they ask why you didn’t reference more artists. That’s the biggest load of bullshit of all. In order to make your own art, you’re required to be inspired by other artists. No idea is your own. Ever.

Talent is out. Asshole art is in. In the end it’s NOT about how good you are. How meticulous you are, how close you came to representing the image, or how well you can mix the right colors. In the end its not even about formal qualities at all. There’s no such thing as line, shape, value, color theory, or anything they’ve actually taught you.

It’s about who you know. It’s about how many big words to can compile into one shitstorm of an artist statement that makes absolutely no fucking sense. Minimal work described with maximum vocabulary and stolen stock photos.

These are the kids that get grants. These are the kids who get gallery shows and spend the whole time sniffing each other’s farts. These are the kids that sleep with the supermodels and snort coke off each other’s assholes. At our show peer painters whose talent I’m jealous of come up to me and say ‘Wow! This is really incredible. I’m seriously impressed. But what is that shit on the other side of the gallery??’ or ‘This is so good. I’m really glad they stuck you next to the worst piece in the show’.

Yeah. I know.

I will triumph with the last laugh though. I will still be talented and your trite digital bullshit will be stretched so thin you won’t even be able to eat it to save yourself from being a ‘starving artist’. I’ll be selling my work and get commissions and you’ll still be fucking around with your 8-bit, your ear crushing ambient sound, and your pixelated videos.

Ha.