What a bullshit word. I fucking hate it.
Well, it’s useful. But Art vs. Not Art is bullshit.
And when they say ‘artist’ it kills me and makes me want to rip the skin off my face and take plastic cutlery to stab at my eyes:
Chris Cobb, a local San Francisco artist, did something amazing to a bookshop called Adobe Books- he arranged every single one of the 20,000 books by color. (via)(via)
Now, that’s pretty fucking cool. But what’s the difference between ‘a local San Francisco artist’ and ‘a local San Franciscan’ in use in that sentence?
If doing the act defines him as an artist, than there are only two potential purposes I can tell: one is to tell us where he makes his money. Chris Cobb makes a supportable income selling art. I do not think this is the intent of the passage; none of us care that Zimmerman makes money by telling T Shirts at concerts, or however you make yours.
The only other purpose is to tell you that you are not an artist. Maybe it’s true- it’s possible that you’re not. But that irrational line that separates men from being Creators, gods - that line where the people putting on the show are behind the screen, and you’re in front of it - the line that has been trained and branded into you by years of defining yourself by tastes rather than expression - that line doesn’t need to be erased, because it fucking doesn’t exist in reality. Whatever reason you have for keeping quiet is your own.
Open your mouth or close your eyes, but otherwise stop taking up space in my world please.
(As usual, Zimmerman said it better: “Why do you care what I think, man??”)