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The Wall

After creation and alteration, there's a time that requires turning away completely. Then, when you look again, you can see the stuff that isn't as good as you thought, the stuff you missed.

Today really should be that day. I should go into town, remember how much there is to enjoy in London, remind myself of how lucky I am. But returning to Britain only works if you stay away from the news. They are trying to build a wall at Calais.  A wall. I keep thinking it must be a joke; http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/09/06/work-to-begin-on-big-wall-at-calais-to-block-migrants/

The way to block migrants would be to not participate in bombing the shit out of their homes, or selling arms to lunatics who want to hurt them, but never mind all that. Let's build a wall.

The stupidity is breathtaking.

Seeing a few samples of German Expressionism the other day led me on to a couple of ponderings. Where is our artistic satire? We have plenty of blogs and parody news outlets, but where is the scarifying perception of the artist?  I was seeing old bits and pieces from the 'Degenerate Art,' exhibition back in the 1930s.(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Degenerate_Art_Exhibition) In particular, Otto Dix's ' War Cripples' stayed with me;
And because thoughts are webs, my considerations split out from there; The triumph of the body we see exemplified in the Para Olympics, optimistic and strong,an affirmation of all we respect, pride in how far we have come. Then considering  the war-time practice of not letting the public see wounded soldiers on their return from the front.This latter was certainly practiced in Britain, even down to Margaret Thatcher's time.  We are not shown the harmed, they go home and suffer quietly, and we'll be fed a shiny version with added testosterone for TV. Few photographs, almost no art, and not much in the way of reporting.  Who needs a thinking population anyway? Disasters have been averted before, but I never saw mass delusion lead anywhere good. We are fed the same absurdity repeatedly, and we appear to have regressed 1,888 years to  a comedy version of Hadrian's wall. All we need now are tories in togas.

The 'Degenerate Art' exhibition was hugely popular, and therein lies the irony; in hating such art, the Nazis brought more attention to it than it would ever have received left to gather dust in a gallery somewhere.  'War Cripples' is thought to have been burnt a long time ago. But it is still strong. Art can be villified and misunderstood, but it cannot be weakened, even when destroyed. The only way it can be stopped is if it is never made in the first place. That's the wall.

If the damned thing ever gets built, let's paint on it.


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Sep. 7th, 2016 07:51 pm (UTC)
*grabs her paintbrush*
Sep. 8th, 2016 11:30 am (UTC)
'I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.' - Vincent Van Gogh
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