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Art as a Commodity

I had a bit of a revelation today. We were discussing community based art, artists that go in a revamp a community centre as a work of ‘art’. But I really struggle with this. Surely art is a commodity. It needs to be owned as an artwork for it to be an art. Through it being purchased, traded, stored as an artwork, it is proclaimed to be art, and is art. But a community centre will never be owned, not as an art work. It can’t and won’t be traded by dealers. No rich business owner is going to want a community centre in their front room. 

Not to negate the importance of community centres, of course they’re great for society. But they’re not works of art, whether they exist because of ‘artists’ or not. What makes the ‘artists’ any different from architects, from builders for that matter. 

And not only does this diminish the work of the genuine artists, but also the members of the community. Do they then become just another media for the ‘artist’ to use? Are the people a part of the ‘artwork’ too? Where is the line drawn, is every community centre now a work of art, whether it’s been lead by an artist or not?

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I’ve been reading a lot around the politics of sex work, whether it’s emancipatory or exploitative, or both.

Ever since I was a child, 12 maybe, I have dreamed of and known the power of my gender, of my body, of my smile and softly spoken words. My school friends knew this, I was labelled a slut and I loved it. I acted up to it.

And now, as an adult I have not lost those dreams, now they are more real to me. I am even more aware of my abilities, and the necessity to capitalize on one’s assets in this economy.

I have a way of making money, not an easy way, but a way that I’m sure I’ll enjoy. It’s playing up to everything I already love doing. Being naked, feeling sexy. Dancing. Coke and leering men. I was a cam girl from aged 15 for goddsake. That’s why I’ve applied to work in a gentleman’s club, to get paid for what I’m good at. And to experience what I’ve been reading so much about.

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Monologue

Finished 7 Days in the Artworld earlier today (Sarah Thornton) and it’s left me wondering where my place in the art world could be. It seems to be a celebrity world of networking and travel, the latter of which I have no interest in. I want the notoriety of the artist, the relative stability of being a column writer, the egotistical power of the curator.

I read somewhere once that you shouldn’t look for a job, you should make one for yourself. Maybe then, I should attempt to straddle the artist/curator/critic roles. But I have no idea where to begin. At university I hated the arguments and stress associated with being in charge. I have long dreamed of being a writer and yet it is being an artist that comes naturally to me. Perhaps I am just longing for my more academic, pre-art school past. 

I don’t know where to begin.

I suppose I could see more. I’d have more to say then. But if I’m honest exhibitions often bore me. I find other people tiresome, the silence oppressive, the clinical walls institutional. Not to mention the train fares. 

In this digital age I don’t want to be antiquated. This is the time for blogging and Vlogs, not printed articles on glossy paper. Perhaps then I should share this. As a promise to myself and to the world of what is to come. 

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About Me

I kinda figured that I should introduce this. I want to become rich, and famous too ideally. But who doesn’t these days.

I want to be an artist, a writer, in demand and idolised as a future icon. 

I want to stand out amongst the blur of memes, Brexit-supporters and beauty bloggers.

Guys I just want to make it ok ta