This week from the Cat's Eye:

The future of art is looking grim. Or maybe it's the future of the art
buying collective. The art of art is starting to have a certain
coolness factor that has put me in a resentful position. As a working
artist in LA, an unknown one at that, I have come to the overwhelming
decision about the needs of the consumer. They need two things…art
that someone told them was cool and that simultaneously matches the
pinstripes on their designer loveseats.

I can't count the number of times people have told me that I just need
to make some commercial art; how great my stuff is, but how no-one can
reasonably foresee it adding to the aesthetic of their new loft. These
days people find relationships with vintage skinny jeans and footless
leggings. And it takes a jail sentence for people to become inspired.

I thought about the advice. I pulled out some canvas and began to
arbitrarily paint large geometric shapes and splatter it. I did the
equivalent of puking all over myself from sheer boredom. ( I have
to give credit to those that can willfully and perhaps even joyfully create designer art.)

Then I decided to give the public what they wanted. I carefully laid letters across small
canvases with messages like…

"I bet this would look amazing above your toilet"

"this would be just perfect until your new designer wallpaper arrives"

and

" this will match your duvet cover nicely and last for
generations to come"

I know, I'm bitter and using this week's article as an arena for my aggrevation. At the same time, however, I find some weird pleasure every time someone walks by my series of "commercial art" and smiles and extreme pleasure when they stare, stupefied and uneasy that I have put a mirror of sorts before them.

Art is subjective of course...but like a tourist who spends his entire vacation snapping his surroundings through a digital camera rather than actually absorbing it; the number of people who see only the accessory of art continues to amaze me...

I can only hope that i will stave off the need to paint a series on brand new pairs of American Apparel underwear.