THE VISUAL and RYTHMIC EFFACEMENT of ‘WRITING’
Merchandising of Graffiti—is its slow-death, by relocating something into a commercialised space means its death; it’s a systematic process of integrating an element of society beyond control into the spatial-order that is regarded with intentions connected to the well-being of society as a controlled entity. The relocation of ‘writing’, ‘bombing’, ‘graffiti’ and so on from mobile train-cars into an ‘art-space’ that’s commercially controlled by a specific community of taste means its death if death means the destruction of a moving process. The very movement towards unification is simultaneously towards its death—and death here means the deprivation of one’s identity as a distinctive being within an assemblage of elements contributing to the dynamics of a certain urban-social-being.
Most that are regarded as or perceives themselves as ‘Writers’ can now enjoy their ‘works’ within a space ordered and regulated in accordance to a certain ‘artistic-declaration’ formulated in a space detached from the elements it hopes to integrate into its life. Once, this ordered space was the observer as the works of visually and rhythmically talented youths passes them by in train-cars, walls, bridges and so on. Now, it is these talented ‘writers’ who observes works and ideas originating from them flaunted in their faces but in spaces far beyond their influences—art galleries and so on. It’s something else now, far detached from the connections it once had with its street-authors. It is no longer executed and implemented in the dark as it mostly did and its ‘authors’ no longer feel the excitement of disappearing into unknown. It is no longer ‘un-authored’ as it appears to the observer and its enigma no longer lies in the one responsible for its implementation but more so in the characteristics of the actual work. ‘Writing’ has been brought into an ordered and open space which systematically demands its author’s existence and identity—the ‘artist’ and his ‘work’ type of stuff.
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