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being an a word

“It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely … All art is quite useless.”
—Oscar Wilde, from The Preface, The Picture of Dorian Gray

I hate artists.

I love people that make art but god help me I cannot stand artists.

When I was a pretentious teen, a dude told me something I’ll never forget.

I had told him that I was an ‘artist’ and he said well, ‘what do you do?’ and I replied that I was a painter.

In fact, we were at a show I was in at the time.

Then he told me something I’ll never forget:

“Then call yourself a ‘painter.’ If you sculpt, a ‘sculptor.’ Artists are always more interested in being perceived as being artists than they are in doing the kind of work that actually makes you an artist. Just make great work. Let the useless twats that make irrelevant work play-act and fuss over the role-playing aspects of ‘Being an Artist.’”

Also, most of those fools are insufferable anydamnway.

‘Artists’ are the sort of knobs whose ‘Art’ is crappy Polaroids they take of their insipid friends at awful house parties that are then ‘exhibited’ in vintage clothing stores.

“I capture moments. It’s found art in real time.”

It’s the same thing with graphic designers.

I know and love a ton of great designers, but those art school
“DESIGN IS THE LANGUAGE OF COMMUNICATING AND WILL CHANGE THE WORLD AND I WILL CHANGE THE WORLD AND ALL OF US TOGETHER CAN USE THIS VISUAL LANGUAGE TO MAKE A BETTER TOMORROW”
drive me fucking homicidal.