Entropy of material and meaning in art occurred before my generation. What does that leave me as an art maker to create with but, the cooling bodies of my entire historical lineage? As an artistworking in America, this tradition represents Life Art, collaborative Happenings, Pop, Abstract Expressionism. etc… Luckily, this is a wide but almost schizophrenic array to pool my reactions into. These ideas once so formidable and radical, now lay barely alive on the life support of a museum wall. Wake art from its coma or as Oldenburg says get it off its ass. Not just one particular idea but all art, all movements simultaneously let them walk free. Frankenstein them into the new, something that they never could imagine they could be. Let art walk free, the beast to be.
Hence, art in this realm is hard to categorize: Is it a happening, an installation a painting, conceptual, documentary, public, academic sculpture or photography? Is it historical reactionism like Modernism or free styling hip - hop happening Postmodernism? Is it a mother, sister virgin or whore? Does it matter?
Art should roar once again, and not just to those who have the secret knowledge of the language of 15 foot stripes and squares of black, but to the butcher backer and candle stick maker, children, bikers and foe. Mission established. Bring forth your shovels and to the graveyard go forth, young Stella’s, go!