Must. Rant.
Mar. 16th, 2009 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angela_n_huntThere's an article on ABC. I won't link to it. Not because the article is bad. It's not.
It's the comments.
It's an article on how many artists are basically becoming the cliche: starving. A reality that I'm facing and which makes me moderately glad for having a day job. I have too many friends who aren't working and have seen their income vanish. Working artists. I was glad to see that the news has noticed.
I wasn't glad to read the comments.
I'm usually smarter than that. I usually avoid reading comments, because there are too many trolls out there.
This was no difference.
Art is a luxury, dontcha know. Art is worthless. Artists are liberal, worthless fuckers who don't deserve to exist because they contribute nothing of value. Artists should get "real" jobs. Artists shouldn't have nice homes, because, y'know, when times are hard, they shoulda been more responsible and saved for a rainy day. Artists should live in hovels. Artists shouldn't whine that they can't find work. After all, their work isn't important to day to day living. Artists should shut the fuck up.
I am seriously overstating for the dramatic. But the subtext was there and in some cases, stated almost that bluntly. Especially the admonition to get a "real" job.
I am...incandescently angry and near tears reading this sort of shit. Hormones are shit in pregnancy. This sent me over the edge.
I didn't post a comment. I don't respond to trolls in forums like that. But there's a lot going on around right now about people feeling silenced and how they don't speak out to protect themselves, their lives, their careers.
I was told once that every time I've kept my silence, it was an affront to the Goddess. I hear Kevin, my friend the Bear Shaman, saying it to me again.
The irrational response to these people is, well, fuck you, assholes. Try living in a world without art some time. Give up your clothes. Your dishes. Pretty much anything. Give up good restaurants. Look around.
Someone, somewhere, had to dream it first. Someone, somewhere made it. A painter isn't the "only" artist out there. Artists are everything and everywhere. Art is what makes us different, along with culture, and language.
A world without art is a prison.
Go fucking live in your prison.
I choose to live in the world. A world where the driving force that made it come into existence didn't think it was too insane to make a bazillion different flowers. Didn't think that super-saturated colored birds were impractical. Didn't think that WE were impractical with our useless claws and our blunt teeth.
My Goddess is the Prime Artist, She With Her Hands Full of Stars.
Art? Artists? Worthless?
Try living without it and us, you bastards.
NB: This is not directed at anyone here. This is the product of too much exhaustion and too many hormones.
It's the comments.
It's an article on how many artists are basically becoming the cliche: starving. A reality that I'm facing and which makes me moderately glad for having a day job. I have too many friends who aren't working and have seen their income vanish. Working artists. I was glad to see that the news has noticed.
I wasn't glad to read the comments.
I'm usually smarter than that. I usually avoid reading comments, because there are too many trolls out there.
This was no difference.
Art is a luxury, dontcha know. Art is worthless. Artists are liberal, worthless fuckers who don't deserve to exist because they contribute nothing of value. Artists should get "real" jobs. Artists shouldn't have nice homes, because, y'know, when times are hard, they shoulda been more responsible and saved for a rainy day. Artists should live in hovels. Artists shouldn't whine that they can't find work. After all, their work isn't important to day to day living. Artists should shut the fuck up.
I am seriously overstating for the dramatic. But the subtext was there and in some cases, stated almost that bluntly. Especially the admonition to get a "real" job.
I am...incandescently angry and near tears reading this sort of shit. Hormones are shit in pregnancy. This sent me over the edge.
I didn't post a comment. I don't respond to trolls in forums like that. But there's a lot going on around right now about people feeling silenced and how they don't speak out to protect themselves, their lives, their careers.
I was told once that every time I've kept my silence, it was an affront to the Goddess. I hear Kevin, my friend the Bear Shaman, saying it to me again.
The irrational response to these people is, well, fuck you, assholes. Try living in a world without art some time. Give up your clothes. Your dishes. Pretty much anything. Give up good restaurants. Look around.
Someone, somewhere, had to dream it first. Someone, somewhere made it. A painter isn't the "only" artist out there. Artists are everything and everywhere. Art is what makes us different, along with culture, and language.
A world without art is a prison.
Go fucking live in your prison.
I choose to live in the world. A world where the driving force that made it come into existence didn't think it was too insane to make a bazillion different flowers. Didn't think that super-saturated colored birds were impractical. Didn't think that WE were impractical with our useless claws and our blunt teeth.
My Goddess is the Prime Artist, She With Her Hands Full of Stars.
Art? Artists? Worthless?
Try living without it and us, you bastards.
NB: This is not directed at anyone here. This is the product of too much exhaustion and too many hormones.
