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The Art of the Damned

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  The Art of the Damned The current gallery system functions as a modern dam built right at the headwaters of artistic creation. The headwaters are the raw, bubbling springs high in the mountains—wild, uncontainable, fed by countless small tributaries of individual vision, experimentation, failure, intuition, and obsession. This is where most serious art actually begins: in studios, bedrooms, sketchbooks, late-night arguments, personal crises, and private obsessions, long before any curator or collector ever hears a name. Once a handful of major galleries, institutions, auction houses, and their allied gatekeepers (collectors, critics, fair directors, residency programs) gain decisive influence over those headwaters—deciding which artists get early solo shows, which receive press, which enter the "right" conversations, which are anointed with blue-chip representation—they effectively place the dam. From that point forward: The flow of visibility, legitimacy, money, and audien...
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Celeste Warrior Woman

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Noble sins raised to the cause
Bend and break tradition
It was written it will be done
Hack and saw this new vision
Hack and saw a this new dream
No thought can be placed in front of us
Onward to history in splendour, grandeur and audacity

Within the mirth of failure and treachery
We must roust out all that conspire
Roust out and enforce our vengeance
To all who thawt our virtue
To those who must fear and embrace this for told memory
To all challenges, threats and of perilous deceit

Siege the defiant and deniers
Subjugate the populous  to our cause
Maintain the order of privilege
Cut all paths that divert from sacred discipline
Cut all opportunity and access to our sanctuary

They are those who speak with other tongues
They are those who display indecent behaviour
They are those who are misguided by intended lies
They are those who hate our way of life
Deny all oxygen that can inspire flames of dissent

This fight
Of this time
Of this memory






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