una boluda en brooklyn

…You and I, us artists are victim of a mass delusion that to make and to pursue personal and intellectual freedom amounts to a greater good in the world.. or even to ourselves. How many of us are truly happy and fulfilled? Are we engaged in healthy love relationships? Have we resolved our familial issues? Do we always need this crutch of visual culture to wake us up and turn us on? Making art only increases the desire to make more art. We become like inhalant megalomaniacs in constant pursuit of the now, the it, the fresh, the new, the pure, the clean, the right, the best, the correct, the balanced, the real, the mean, the most, the biggest, the most powerful, the space, the time, the most, the mini, the great, the good, the blackest, the ethnic, the human, the machine, the end all, the be all.