Pretentious value backed by academia is rotting the industry. What's worse is the pretentious mis-values generated through academia in order to control. What is there left when values are mis-taught are senseless minds generated like in a factory.
So the young minds and talents then go to the industry, to further confuse the situation.
The tight link between academias and corporations in the high-elite society is also misleading. Because of domestic patron-ship, academic scores and talents are often unnecessary and disregarded when a door has been opened.
The neglect of equal competition under flat field is thus real and crucial. Because the majorities are socially engineered into believing that life, world and society automatically serves people with equality, but most are ignorant to the fact of corporate back-doors.
Statistics has cleverly proven academia's strong influence and success in producing socially adept workers. So people believe into these lies of mis-values and wrongful education. Paper thin accolades such seen on resumes hold strong power in order to confuse authoritative judgment. Should a company listen to the brain-washed academic deputies, or ignore their voice that has been magically proven correct by statistics and corporate success stories?
Of course, the success story is a lie in most tales. The real-world no longer strives on talents and goodness of man-kind. Kindness has been drained out of our sponge called brain, and talents have been masterfully decoded and implemented systematically to manufacture pretentious act of creativity.
And people bought it.
So this is our time to prove ourselves.
That mankind can retain their kindness to strive.
That creativity from the source of Love is stronger.
And we are the one to change and form our life, world and society.
Not under another's superseding judgment, opinion or greed. And wake up.
3 dots, wavy line, and a watch-house thingy with 3 dashes.
"Why NOT?" because it just so look so good.
But I like how the pattern of wave coincides with the pattern of the 3 dots.
And the shadow streak that dashes through the composition. Right on the horizon.
But it's not the real horizon. It throws you off. It's the visual horizon.
The composition is wrong, but the weight is balanced by the 3 dot thing. The super-long horizontal composition saves the day by taking you way far to recognize the balance and equity. And your thought is cut straight by the watch-house and the mysterious 3 dash that looks like a flag.
What was the journey about....? What was this painting and all, all about?
You may think.
And go back to "oh yeah, it's a harbor."
This is a story of the harbor, as much it is to represent, to be recognized, and to be loved. So that people would preserve.
"In all religion, maintaining balance is important. We are not born good or bad, but we become one. So we are what we are. A sponge." I wrote that on my Facebook but it makes sense. We are like this wandering jellyfish thing in life ocean/sea. Floating we are, we wander. And because we are a sponge, we suck stuff. Like other people's negative energy, or Rastaman's positive vibe. So it may be easy to derail and go off to any of those corners indicated in the diagram art, but we can maintain balance and stay at the center. And chill.
And it is just amazing to see how things get made.
I always think back to my Fashion Photo industry moment, when no one taught anything to anyone.
In life, you just learn it yourself, and I was being shouted by Dah Len like every day, and Donald the legendary stylist was like, "look dude..." and Steven Nassimos was like "dude, you should watch this movie called..." and Gavin was like "dude man"every time I got mad-shouted by Dah. They gave me advices every day I met.
But still, none of them knew what they were doing anyways in their profession, so I guess my job was to get shouted, every day.
It is a hard concept to understand but it worked for that time.
Now we have to move on, and be ourselves once again.
When Warhol started his career as an "Artist", coming from a commercial illustrator, he did not make any money.
In fact, all the money he made was spent completely for Art.
What he was doing was, to let the street kids, which Reed and Cale referred to as "stars lying on the streets" in a song impersonating Warhol, make his Art.
Stars starred in his movies which he let anyone do anything, and to be themselves. Books were made from conversations between his stars. The Velvet was produced.
These were all stars "lying on the streets" of New York, be them rich or not.
A man who speaks of life being almost a prison being sent to jail as soon as you are born, then life as itself being an art, must know what Art is. He understood the harsh reality of survival, perhaps after the Asia trip, where he left his heart.
He made Art that sold, caught instant attention and put to debate whether or not of its worth.
The 60's was his time he used all his money he made as the richest illustrator in the world, to create Art.
He evaded every questions by bringing tape-recorder of his own and giving "uhmms" and "uhhs" followed by simples answers as "Yea" or "No."
When the new decade came along, he had changed his style.
This was after he got shot three times.
Andy was scared shit to go out. Ever since, his "underground" Cool was gone.
His factory changed and his business changed.
He was already a star.
A star shining freely, but scared of what the world was made of.
Every Sunday, he would go to church.
Interview magazine was going on, but it wasn't really-really his toy.
He was creating jobs and "things to do" for his crew.
What more in life?
He was more than just aware of being a Zeitgeist.
He reflected everyone to the point Reed made a song for him. "I'll be your mirror".
A true reflection, an artform of life.
What he did was to reflect the time.
That time, in the 60's, it was those 'kids' on the street he used to call all of them kids and boys.
"To Andy, everyone was a kid."
So he reflected them.
A man full of love cannot live life in peace.
Drugs, Obetrol, Acid, LSD. All the uppers around, making Art while high.
There was one moment when everyone was sleeping with anyone they want.
Then Sedgwick gone, Warhol shot, Girls and Boys aiming all at him.
Starlette jumping off the window on his theatre opening night.
"You used me" "you're just making money off of me" and he defends "it's not my fault" for their own act.
America all diseased, Rock-stars sang while Wars made bucks.
The world was not for looking for new talents.
America was not for the new rebellious.
It was power, invention, money and class.
Warhol had all before asking. He achieved it.
The legitimization of gays and lesbian through Art, Music and Fashion owed a lot to Warhol.
And that was all what he was doing in the 60s as the Zeitgeist of the social delinquents.
So when the 70's came, People had turned their backs to the glam.
So when the 3 shots came, Warhol himself too, had sunk into the world of glam.
America was all about making money.
America was all about being beyond big.
And so the 70's went, and 80's came.
Warhol was steady.
He had known that money cannot change the world.
His works being too influential and confidential, the world did not let Warhol show more.
Despite the occultish feavor towards his commercial film, theaters often prohibited his film screening.
He even depicted what "bad" really meant in a film he produced called "BAD."
So in the 80's, he went back to Fine Art.
There were less pissing and orgies in studio.
But more of Basquiat and still the old Capote.
So make money, not Art, because if you are an Artist in your life, and if working is as hard as living to be yourself,
Then make money as an Artist as yourself.
That's what he meant by meaning to die as a "Business Artist."