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October 1, 2007
I think I have fewer friends now. I was looking at the above chart. Hits on my blog have declined steadily over the past year.
I like this. It means people are going away and not bothering me. The less people that read this blog, the less influence I will have, and the less I have to worry about assholes and people I don't generally like becoming a source of problems in my life.
I don't want the stress or the importance of becoming an important figure, and I don't know the kind of dick that does. I don't really want people 'liking' me if they have not met me. I would rather play video games and wrestle with my dog. I want a Playstation 3 more than I want to write a New York Times Bestseller.
Other artists should come to this realization. You are going to die. Your life is meaningless to people that you do not know. If someone that you do not know likes your work, it is nice, but it will not make you a better person, or materialize as a real accomplishment. It will only, possibly, give you a false sense of accomplishment, and if that is the case, you will wind up being accountable to only yourself for the kind of attention you have deliberately fucked-up and accepted. Thomas Kinkade has a lot of collectors.
From Wikipedia: The Los Angeles Times report that some of Kinkade's former colleagues, employees, and even collectors of his work say that he has a long history of cursing and heckling other artists and performers. The Times further reports that he openly groped a woman's breasts at a South Bend, Indiana sales event, and mentioned his proclivity for ritual territory marking through urination. Kinkade denied some of the Times's allegations, but accepted and apologized for others.
I like how he marks his territory. It makes him a real person to me. Also, this:
In 2006 John Dandois, Media Arts Group executive, recounted a story that on one occasion ("about six years ago") Kinkade became drunk at a Siegfried and Roy magic show in Las Vegas and began shouting "Codpiece! Codpiece!" at the performers. Eventually he was calmed by his mother. Dandois also said of Kinkade, "Thom would be fine, he would be drinking, and then all of a sudden, you couldn't tell where the boundary was, and then he became very incoherent, and he would start cussing and doing a lot of weird stuff."
People are not important or relevant to you if you do not know them personally. You can relate to single works of art, but the person that creates the art is nothing to you, if only made-up. They are never real, unless you know them and have met them or talked to them.
I'm sorry for being opinionated today.
I am going to go ritualistically mark a Playstation 3 through urination.
Have a nice afternoon.
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my afternoon is nice.
- rio / October 1, 2007 4:11 PM
I see a lot of codpiece in Kinkade's oeuvre, especially "Forest Chapel".
COCK!
- Scott / October 1, 2007 5:16 PM
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