Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Insights on human dignity (internet marketing)
So I've had twitter for a little while now and I've come to regret the decision to walk down that road. I grow weary of it all. Even writing a blog and then sending out messages to let people know that I've written a blog and "hey, like, maybe you should go check it out" it all feels so forced. I mean what am I pushing here? I'm trying to sell my art and, it seems, to do that I have to sell myself. Because regardless of who you are, it's very hard to sell art these days, whether your someone who has sold art for years or newly introduced to the art-world; it's tough. I don't think it really has to do with how smart or how great of an artist you are either... Now it's more about how well you can prostitute yourself on the internet or whether you know a really good pimp. That seems to be the fast-track to success. It used to be you were supposed to go from gallery to gallery and meet curators and get yourself into shows and then you'd might maybe strike it big. But now gallery's seem like empty vessels. Once full of life they are no longer the behemoths of the art world they once were. Now its all slick blogs and twitter followers and facebook fanbases. So to be a successful artist it seems one needs a degree in internet marketing. But I hate it. I just want to make sculpture for people who enjoy it. My mind is so full of sculptures I want to make, that I curse Time for the fact that it will prevent me from sculpting the limitless number of things I could conceivably create. But I can't just go out and sculpt all day without some sort of way of selling it. Not that I've ever sold anything through the internet anyway cause I'm no good at hyping myself up in the various places I would need to be hyped up in (word of mouth usually does it for me)....So why do I do this? Why do I continue to write entries on this blog and post links to it. Why do I succumb to these little social networks that feel inexplicably wrong and seem to feed on some sad primal urge to be heard at all times... Maybe it's because if I don't say anything I'm liable to explode and maybe I have the self indulgent artistic mind-set that wants other people to hear what I have to say, even if it is self-destructive.