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In defense of art: no sacred cows

“Mexican artist Fabián Cháirez stands next to his painting of Mexican revolutionary hero Emiliano Zapata, straddling a horse nude, wearing high heels and a pink hat, at the Fine Arts Palace in Mexico City on Dec. 11, 2019. Marco Ugarte/AP”

Recently, Mexican artist Fabian Chairez, displayed his controversial painting of Mexican revolutionary Emiliano Zapata, at Palacio de Bellas Artes in Mexico City as part of a Zapata exhibition with more than 140 pieces, and people lost their minds over it. Protests erupted in violence outside of the museum and protesters rushed into the museum lobby, threatening to block the entrance until the painting was removed. Descendants of Zapata himself have threatened to sue the artist and the museum for the high crime of depicting Zapata as gay.

At the core of this “controversy” you have two things. One: art. Two: people who dislike said art. That’s it.

Some guy painted an image that some people dislike and now we’re stuck in this circular argument of what constitutes “art” and who gets to decide what’s offensive.  

The people in category two believe that the painting is so wholly offensive to their delicate sensibilities that no one should be allowed to see it and that it should not exist, period. Further, they believe the artist should be punished for even daring to create it. 

I disagree. Continue reading In defense of art: no sacred cows

Censorship, self-censorship, poison pens and the new moral majority

Art is dead.

How profound, eh? Let me explain. Art, as I’ve understood (and enjoyed) it my entire life, is officially deceased. It’s expired. Kaput. Extinct. Cold, lifeless, stiff…whatever you want to call it, it’s no mas. It’s been on life support for years now but we’ve finally pulled the plug and put the last couple of nails in the coffin. R.I.P. art, you will be missed. Or maybe not. Maybe no one will even notice. It might not even get a hashtag or a shout out on the Gram from the shallow, selfie-obsessed hordes of zombie fuckheads who constitute modern society…GASP!

The only question that remains is: where do we go from here..? I wish I knew.  Continue reading Censorship, self-censorship, poison pens and the new moral majority