Perhaps the following is obvious, when truth becomes harder to determine, all starts to feel like artifice. And really it is our position that all is always artifice when it comes to humans, or at least proxy (a simulacrum). Subsequently we find the practice of art as a sort of supreme method; that which doesn’t accept itself as true is closer or at least more dependable than that which declares itself so but couldn’t possibly be.
We have always been admirers and even participators/practitioners of art but this year as the primarily suburban sprawl of the web continues to catfish the world into thinking that it is its au courant double, art seems a divine filter — and the smaller, earnest galleries, temples. Our featured site here, Fourteen30 Contemporary is a perfect example. Each artist and exhibition seems to throw up the question “but what is it?” “Yes; exactly.”
We have always been admirers and even participators/practitioners of art but this year as the primarily suburban sprawl of the web continues to catfish the world into thinking that it is its au courant double, art seems a divine filter — and the smaller, earnest galleries, temples. Our featured site here, Fourteen30 Contemporary is a perfect example. Each artist and exhibition seems to throw up the question “but what is it?” “Yes; exactly.”