Mark Creegan was right.
The long experiment is now concluded, the laws have been revealed to be a farce.
It was an experiment, and I learned a lot, but what I learned was foretold by quite a few people, Mark Creegan, Valuistics and others promised me I was wrapped up in quixotic passion, and they were right.
My attempts to rally my fellow artists to become philosophers and social activists, in a time such as ours, was truly regressive and utopian, and now I realize that if I remain committed to this I threaten everything good about being an artist.
Many will say. Why the hell are you bringing all this shit up again? Why drag this fight back into globatron? Why not just leave well enough alone?
Well, if there are any ideals left in me, there is the idea of speaking of my experience, and perhaps of giving a man his due. Now, Mark did fail to convince me of his argument. In fact, it was after a long and varied process that I came to the conclusions he offered, but his inability to convince me does not undermine the truth of his instincts. And of course, I am using him a bit to symbolize all those who fought against my campaign to turn globatron into a meeting ground for a new fellowship of politically-minded artists.
To be clear, I am not taking responsibility for the fiasco that I will now refer to as The Chicken Wire Project, and all that happened as a result of our investigation. Such an internet event occurs because of many individuals bringing to bear a great variety of passions, and I learned so much from it, and so I don’t regret it. But, I do want to stress that at the heart of my passion was pain, hurt, and an unwillingness to accept many of the injustices that are part of our human experience, and such willfulness is not only dangerous, as they argued, it is ultimately counter-productive, and I see that now.
So, I am no longer going to be fighting “The Man.” In fact, the more I detach from the delusion of omnipotence, the more I see the beauty in the state of things. If I really wanted to make things better, I would get out there and volunteer and get involved. The fact remains, that I am an artist, and the guilt I feel over this must be transcended, and I must accept that being an artist is good, regardless of my inability to see its ultimate ends.
There is no hidden motive in this post except to speak to this singular point, that Mark Creegan was right, and I was wrong. I must say, I am always happiest when I admit defeat. It is a strange feeling, but I would guess I am not alone in this…well, the digression, my specialty, is beginning so I will wish those who were part of the great Laws Project all my best.