The Revolutionary Nature of the Home Made

I have probably written about this before, sure. I use this blog to indulge in those backstreet notions that lead to no place remarkable, or notions that simply peter out into loose gravel across sandy avenues where bare feet tear on broken glass.

Is it not the case that true revolutionary art, or truly meaningful art, can only be hand made? Anything grander must be only upheld by money and I can think of few occasions where wealth supports the revolutionary. It is those moments of self-motivated creation that an artist truly creates, and truly dissents.

Give me a million pounds and I will make you a fine art piece involving skills and precious commodities, the piece realised through the acquiring of materials and the hiring of talents. When art is created from one's own motivations, one's own funding, it cannot be so grand. It can only be smaller, less accomplished.

Home made art becomes a question of fast or slow: fast and roughly made; or slow and carefully made. Either way, the artist loses something: fast creation liberates one to indulge in a multitude of ideas, to realise physically inner compulsions, but the pieces will be rarely executed to meet the artist's exactitudes, never final; slow creation exhausts our most precious commodity: time; and one works for months on a single notion while other notions are passed over, forsaken, to be examined at some later time.

Modern art, up until the 1970s, the home made exists within, I think. To me, much of early modern art fulfilled artists' home made urges (to ultimately be engulfed by the might of wealth via the auction houses). Modernist painting certainly allowed for the fast, almost immediate creation; to delve through notions and render them quickly. Now much of these practices are exhausted, what is left for artists but to return to the influences of power?; creating for the powerful under the pretence of creating for the self?

The home made has become tired, amateurish. To be a serious artist now, only expensive installations will cut it. New technologies must be mined in order to give artists the necessary raw materials to remain forever avant-garde and original. The avant-garde has been snatched from the novice.

The might of money draws to our attention to everything that is not home made. This is no side effect; this is the intended result. Imperfect in its execution, the home made must be overlooked because only the home made can be revolutionary.

Over and out for now, guys!

xxx


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