WHAT CAN MAKE UP FOR LACK OF TALENT Does art derive its validity from the skill of the creator's hand, or from the cultural scaffolding that forces our conscious spotlight onto the object? This gallery space has thrown down a direct challenge. Dominating the centre wall, glowing in bright white neon above the shattered glass and the Campbell's Soup Can, is a raw, uncomfortable question: "WHAT CAN MAKE UP FOR LACK OF TALENT?" This neon sign acts as the ultimate cognitive mirror, forcing us to reconcile the two extremes hanging on either side of the gallery. The Postmodern Answer: Frame and Hype Look at the soup can sitting in the spotlight. Postmodernism, driven by Andy Warhol and Pop Art, gave a cynical, revolutionary answer to this neon question: Context, branding, and institutional framing make up for a lack of talent. Postmodernism declared that you don't need the masterly brushwork of the Renaissance or the sublime emotional intensity of Mark Rothko. An art...
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The Car Wash and Knight Manifestation poem
The sun painted the sky with hues of blue and white. I thought of the extravagant modifications that made my life. The works of art, engineering marvels and artifacts of glamorous entrepreneurship. My mindfulness is constantly cluttered with style, passion and systemic expectation.
As the roaring of jet-propelled water filled the air, a hush quelled my anxiety. The Knight manifestation had begun. The shroud of my unconscious interconnections was stripped away. The shriek of Holy Land power filled me with awe and admiration.
The awe-inspiring delusion of valour and chivalry captivated and subjugated. They forced me to pay homage to the illustrious past, present and future. The symbols of power and emblems of order. Illustrated through famous battles that fought for our freedom.
History's influence is determined to find its place. Even in the most unexpected places.
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Symbols of Power and Emblems of Order poem
The sun painted the sky with hues of blue and white.
I thought of the extravagant modifications that made my life.
The works of art, engineering marvels
And artifacts of glamorous entrepreneurship.
My mindfulness is constantly cluttered.
With style, passion and systemic expectation.
As the roaring of jet-propelled water-filled, an air hush quelled my anxiety.
The Knight manifestation had begun.
The shroud of my unconscious.
My interconnections were stripped away.
The shriek of Holy Land power.
Filled me with awe and admiration.
The awe-inspiring delusion of valour.
And chivalry captivated and subjugated.
They forced me to pay homage.
To the illustrious past, present and future.
The symbols of power and emblems of order.
Illustrated through famous battles.
Those who fought for our freedom.
History's influence is determined to find its place in the most unexpected places.
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