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The art of authenticity

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  The Struggle for Authenticity in Art I want to speak today about authenticity . And about what we quietly give up to be accepted. We’re told that contemporary political art values autonomy . That artists are free. That inquiry sits at the centre of practice. But autonomy, in reality, is often something we *perform*— not something we’re allowed to exercise. Freedom is celebrated rhetorically, while legitimacy is granted only when work conforms to approved languages , approved theories , approved causes . Autonomy isn’t denied outright. It’s curated. This system doesn’t fail artists by accident. It functions mechanically. It rewards work that aligns with predetermined frameworks and filters out work that doesn’t speak the sanctioned dialect. Many voices are excluded not because they lack skill or meaning, but because they refuse to translate their experience into institutionally legible language. I’m not saying all excluded work is good. I am saying much of it is never heard. And ...
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Celeste Darkened Emergence

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Are you blind to your own needs?
Do you know when it is the optimum time to know yourself?

Not a day goes by without being in regret
Of desiring the capacity to try harder
Not a day goes by without wanting less
Of offloading baggage and wanting a simpler  life

Stuck
Acting as a hostage
Acting as a victim
Never in question
Always in justification

Therein no requirement worth attempting
Other than when subjected to overwhelming want
Obligated to described paths
Pre-determined
Paths of glory
Paths of victory

But what about you
Where are you going?
Are you alone?
Are we together?
Together and abandoned to the common cause
What is it?
The sense of  something wrong

News and announcements
Stories and manifestos
They or me and the 10 point plan to achievement
Engaged to fight and wanting to smash barriers

Whose side are you on?
You don't have to, however, your inaction is your testimonial
The ifs and buts that asphyxiate your ability to seize the opportunity
And the monetary cost
And the time to realize your aspiration
And the confidence to drive for hope

Only to cop-out and volunteer to someone's false faith
Then in shame, trying to re-establish how
How do I get from here to recover my certainty?










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