The
 impossibility of being pertinent, relevant as an artist in a society 
that is living in denial is something I have to struggle with. My era 
simply has no hope, we believe that the way we are leading our lives is 
heading to a crisis point, where the existence of humanity as we know 
it, will no longer be; death of all or majority, destruction or massive 
reforms will take place.  Yet we see the impossibility of making any 
changes that will actually stop this crisis. We are so entrenched in the
 decadence of our lives, and feel so little power to make any real 
change that we can foresee no outcome other than disaster. We hope for 
major reform, but do not believe it will come about. What do we do when 
our civilization is crumbling and showing signs of collapse? The same 
thing that Rome did, we live as though there were no problems. We make 
art that has no real relevance, to our times or to art history. It may 
just be the pessimist in me saying that my generation will leave very 
little to art community of the future. The art of my era seems 
narcissistic, comfortable and at times haphazard. When there is so 
little substance, it will likely fade away as history rather than 
inspiration. That being of course there does exist a society to look at 
this art. 
Maybe
 I am an idealist, I would like to rally to a cause, having strong 
philosophies and principals with which to work. I choose not to “eat 
drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die”, yet I also hate to harp on 
“the end is nigh”. Do I make work on death, doom and gloom? Do I choose 
to ignore my societal era and make work solely on personal experience 
and expression? Do I make art relevant to social political justice on a 
small scale, choosing to ignore this imminent collapse? How can I speak 
for a general society that does not speak for itself, that does not 
reflect me? Is is possible to speak for a culture I feel I do not 
represent? 
And
 yes, being an artist after post-modernism, being post post-modern, was 
always going to be a problem. When every thing is art, where do you go 
from there. When you loose the idea of linearity, how to you carry 
forward, when you no longer believe that you are getting anywhere? It 
isn’t that we have done a poor job of figuring out what being post 
post-modern means, it is more that we have simply ignored the question. 
It is akin to the question of the possible end of civilization, rather 
than tackle it, answer it, try to deal with, we try to live life like it
 doesn’t matter, like there will be some miracle cure, like the way we 
are living isn’t the exact cause of the problem. The deep dark scary 
questions we choose to ignore. The questions which answers would require
 self-evaluation, self-critique, and radical change, we dare not ponder.
 Answers might arise that we would have to act upon.
The
 answer to those questions is not pretty. Humans, as we exist now and 
how we live, deserve to perish. There are too many humans, using too 
many resources, causing too much pollution, who as a whole are aware of 
the situation, but due to personal and collective selfishness, are 
unwilling to change the problem. And those who are the most to blame 
reap the least punishment, or that has been the case thus far.
And I am left wondering: What the hell do I do.
 
 
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