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Art is dead. Long live art. Let me vindicate my viewpoint: art in the approved, centuries-old sense is dead. True art as it exists today sometimes returns to its codified bedrock, just as postmodernist attempts at art from time to time resemble traditional art "products." Artists at this point in history, at this moment in time, must force themselves to ask: What kind of artist am I? What is my art? What is my role in the world?
Volcanic imagination, voluptuous sensitivity, dynamic inventiveness are called artistic because we -- as a society -- do not know how to deal with the phenomenon of creative approach to oneself and to one's surrounding environment -- to the natural world, to culture-at-large. Hence, we are doomed to apply ready-made terms according to assigned and compartmentalized social roles and functions. In the same fashion, we encase postmodernists as artists because we lack any other well-suited labels. The difference between true artists and postmodernists (or other art product-producers) has nothing to do with whether they create art or not. Artists are Eternal Fighters -- challenging the status quo, advancing our awareness, breaking bounds and barriers. More typical, more comfortable, more recognizable as artists are those who choose to swim with the prevailing current; their main objective to say "Here we are." They identify themselves proudly as the standard-bearers of a blasphemous and empty reality. Their sham-art, whose target is most often a great, round sum of dollars, comes from no-where and further codifies society's prescribed roles for art. True artists, if they were priests, would be for a theology of liberation. If they were philosophers, they would look for a Harbor of Being or develop a neo-dada epistemology. If they were scientists, they would rather ask new questions than provide new micro-answers to old ones. True artists today, as they were in ancient times, are the bearers of a difficult aesthetic -- one necessary to evolution of our collective consciousness -- an anti-art. A splendor, tangible and spiritual, radiates from this anti-art (or, strictly speaking, beyond-art). We as artists must remain faithful to this path. Our stake* is the meaning of human existence -- a precise duet and duel with the present day world. *stake, a piece of wood sharpened at one end for driving into the ground as a support; an upright pole or post fixed in a socket to confine a load; a small anvil used by blacksmiths; a post on which a skin is stretched for currying or graining; something risked or hazarded, as in a wager, game or contest; a reward given a winner; a race in which a prize is offered; a share or interest in property or a person; a territorial division for ecclesiastical purposes, presided over by three high priests Marcos Kurtycz (1934-1996) was a Polish expatriate based in Mexico City. Kurtycz created numerous interdisciplinary artworks, installations, books, and posters featured in venues throughout Europe, Asia and the Americas, including COSACOSA. His "anti-art" performances, from the late 1970s to mid-1990s, influenced many artists of a new generation. |
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Artolatry bread image after Salvadore Dalí's Basket of Bread (1926).
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