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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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Ghosts Behind The Wall

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There are ghosts behind the wall
Our veil of security
Our collective power
Our freedom to consume
The force is behind the delusion


There is an ancient behind the door.
As considered behind the door.
But has appropriated before the door.
At the same time.
Coexisting on either side of the spectrum.
Whether the door is closed.
Whether the door is open.
Whether you are imprisoned.
Whether you are free.



A Red Ghost Behind the Door 

It has collected the intelligence.
My capabilities, 
My intentions, 
And my activities.
It understands my secrets.
It will protect its own.
It is independent of public scrutiny.


Three Red Ghosts behind the Wall

Identifying the semblance of a military-related threat
Blurring the truth
Actioning propaganda of exacerbation

Fixating the populous
Spinning the back door as the front door
Tracking your intellectual property
And mining you the consumer as the product


Five Red Ghosts in Blue Space

As an irrepressible force approaches an immovable object.
The strong sense entrapment.
And will sacrifice in fear of losing place.
And will sacrifice the weakest in the alliance.
To reclaim moral purpose. 
To validate their title.
Their world order.


Two corporate giants.
Stand prepared. 
To identify a genuine threat. 
And cut down any disruption.
Any cultural insurgency of size and momentum.
That threatens profit.

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The Ghosts Behind The Wall 



The ownership of everything.
By those who have accumulated sufficient wealth.
To invest in their power and privilege.
To suppress intellectual dissent.
And destroy the mass.
Of their resiliency 
Of their voice.

All that remains is the voice of the elite.
Who form captured bureaucracies.
Who form captured corporations.

Until doctors, scientists, academics, and teachers are contained.
And whistle blowers are removed as fringe rage.
When knowledge is subservient to the functional use of the authority.



The mindless mass
And evil forces. 


 







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