We are in the midst of a great
international moral crisis. Those of us who can paint are able to reflect the
chaos with much more than words.We are the revolutionaries with a new creative
resistance.Like Goya and his 3rd of May.
In this capitalist modern and
postmodern culture within the Business Art World, the conceptual essence
of a written word on a label produced en masse like ‘industry’,
‘product’, ‘market’, ‘, ‘investment’, ‘profitability’, ‘estimate’,
‘speculation’ sells more than an emotional canvas depicting stupor with
mastery.
I think it's all been
done. But we all still want to be original in this plural, chaotic
modernity we live in, full of digital eccentricities.
The only thing that has varied today is its support platform, works that
are made in minutes, even in factories. Today, all that is commercial is
abundant. In the contemporary/Business art, anything goes.
But in In the eighties
something similar happened, the immediacy, the contradictions, spontaneity, the
archaic, the primitive essence of eroticism, the hallucinatory, the obsolete
academy, conceptualism, ideas, projects, pop, performances, graffiti, the
aesthetics of destruction, disaster, catastrophe, opportunism, eclecticism,
tension, and horrendous convulsive career of the isthmus displaced the art
that preceded it.
Yes, it all has been said.
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