I've
always wanted to do something that was more artistically daring but my gallerist
is rather conservative. He is always trying to entrap me into an institutionalized
way of creating. Scared that I'd get into trouble and threaten his
and mine monetary potential and established
positions. Sure I've thought about dumping him but he's a good catch and
I kind of want to hang on to him.
Still, I need excitement and I don't ever want the gallerist to get the
hint, or idea that I might be subverting or meeting anyone behind his back
in any way. Discretion is of the up most importance. So I decided to use
the online creative dating agency 'Agit-Art service' in hope of finding
a underground male artist like myself who might satisfy my desperate needs.
I didn't bother to put up an ad I just replied to the male Agit-Artists
who had ads on the system. The first one I met was this cool guy who said
he'd be willing to explore non institutionalized concepts with me anywhere.
His Id card on the site looked pretty good and he was trendy looking. He
also wished for discretion so we decided to meet at a park on the other
side of the city. He was cute and nice to be with. As we both walked around
the vicinity of the park he got a phone message on his mobile; just
as we were suddenly getting closer and intimate.
He said that it was a fellow agit-art activist and he had to discuss something
with him right away.
Judging
by the serious tone of his voice I could
tell that it was a typically critical and subjective phone call. I got bored
quickly, twiddling my fingers and felt jealous of the time that was not
being shared with me. So to spice things up a little I unzipped his reactionary
angst and pulled out his agenda. He looked at me annoyed at first and his
tone suddenly got higher. His dictum hung out in the open, swaying like
an unattended long spread sheet. Then he smiled and continued on with the
conversation. He
had a tough time not letting the caller know what was happening.
I proceeded to reinvent Plato's Pharmacy as he tried
to end his communication with the fellow activist. When he got off the phone
he fell to the ground and I continued to make a very close reading of the
Phaedrus whilst proclaimed that what I was doing was incredibly well informed.
I then
slid his crucial Platonic distinction into my pharmakon
and we continued to explore various elitist gibberings created by language
based 'gate keepers' and smug institutions out in the open. Both screaming
the culturalized words out loud in unison. People in the distance could
see and heard what we were up to and watched us excaliming each other's
brains out. We wound up caught up in an endless play of differences, differences
between signs and differences within signs in the back of his jeep and finally
I deconstructed his load.
What an experience, and when we parted we made a promise to do it again
sometime. I think we both are going to try a few more culturalized ideas,
there are just so many to choose from and so little time. |