Original, adventurous Artist wanted...

I like art. I find art in many objects. Sometimes even in people.  

The problem with modern art—the kind of art which is created today—is that many of the artist want to be famous. And that is what kills good art. Fame does not create art. When the artist is more famous than his/her art, the art itself becomes obsolete. 

Fame is the greater good these days. 

A lot of people call themselves models these days. And my only response to them is: “Yeah, and who’s your agent? Instagram?” In any case, the lust for fame by modern-day models—wannabe-models that is—destroy the art of being a model. 

© Nick Knight

The photo above, for instance, proves that the model is merely an object, displaying the vision of the photographer, climaxing in this modern-day still-life. In contrary to the picture below, who is a wannabe model, signed exclusively to Instagram, copying the most famous pout on the face of the planet—like two-million others before and after her—and pretending that it’s a natural one. As natural as those thick layers of make-up and fifty-thousand filters that makes her—and not only her; men are known to do this as well—look like an advertisement for a silicone sex doll. 

(side note: I like how the inventor of this particular sex doll had Boxing Helena in mind—Google it if you don't know what that means.)

With that being said—and we’re dwelling, as usual—my point being, is, the decline of art. 

I don’t like The Nightwatch by Rembrandt. It’s too famous. I get that it’s high-art, but it’s not my taste—which is an important indicator in the world of art—but I guess it’s everybody else’s taste. 

I do like Warhol, however. Of which a lot of people—still—say that it isn’t real art. Which only proves that the personal indicators are effective. And—with the Campbell’s Soup displayed here—we're very well on our way to the point of this entry. 

“Original, adventurous Artist wanted,” being the title of this blog. 

“Why,” you ask? I’ll tell you. 

The other day I overheard this conversation, which kind of made me think about art all week, past week. You see, I was having lunch, minding my own business. However, the conversation on the next table was as loud as you usually have them in 2018—we all crave for fame—at least on a volume which makes everybody an accessory of a murderous conversation—you catch my drift. 

Anyway, someone suggested that it would be interesting to have an exposition of objects used on dating-sites and snap-chit-chat and what-have-you's. Objects that are placed carefully next to a person’s penis to put their—usually unmeasurable (well, that’s not quite true, since it is in a way measured; but nine out of ten times it’s quite huge)—size in perspective.  

All those objects should make up a great art exhibition, don’t you think? 

However, and this should explain my title, it will take quite an extraordinary artist to turn the objects in these pics 

NOT into something like this, 

or, come to think about it, perhaps that’s just the proper and most interesting way to handle it... 

So, in conclusion, if you think you’re qualified enough to be the artist we so desperately want, do contact me here. We should at least talk and compare our dick-sizes... 

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In addition, I’ll insert some pictures down here, of everyday objects, which I believe portray an untouchable form of art. Instagram wasn’t a necessity to forever imprint these into our collective minds... 

side note: this last one not really being a work of art (only to me) but it just happens to be my first car...