Cultural barriers, education, standards and whatever make it hard to accept what is or isn’t art. For some people Western culture is nothing but a sick trash culture of no real value. Real art is something beautiful and well crafted, something handed down for centuries from skilled artisans. I am starting to think these cultural critiques are very accurate. For example before corporate culture really took hold, I remember fine watch makers and shoe makers in my local area. A small cluster of historic terraces with artisans where you could have your shoes resoled or a watch fixed. There were other areas that were hot spots for corporate entities and their wares but small communities were very much local and skills were honed. 

A corrupt building federation illegally knocked a few of these terraces down after the artisans were evicted. A crappy bunch of small malls were built over the original sites and the drudgery of ‘’dark modernity’ started to lay its foundations. Rather than an improvement or progression the well maintained facade of landscaped social order was a place for the homeless to inhabit and the financially harassed victims to find a drug for anxieties. This beautiful hellscape was mostly unlivable and unviable or unsustainable but the only world people knew. The anti-human reality of problem/solution and solution/problem seemed set on a trajectory of consumer/consumed. 

I suppose I am trying to find excuses for my own garbage art but I literally don’t know what else to do. I am bombarded like most and I also victimise myself by using my money to bombard myself again. It is definitely conflicted but at least I know what I am doing to some extent.