Dulltown, UK: Today’s rather silly Victorian expletive is ‘Jumping Jehosophat!’ – The use of the two initial letter ‘J’s kind of give the game away don’t they? This person obviously would secretly like to come out with that popular and powerful expletive, ‘Jesus!’, or perhaps even the more visually amusing ‘Jumping Jesus!’
Right then… You see, amongst humans there are some special ones that the other humans call ‘artists’. These ‘artists’ tend to do things on their own which they think will interest and amuse the rest of their fellow humans; they generally don’t contribute to, or join in with, the things that the other humans like to do: such as producing food, making and building things, selling things to each other, and killing other humans, that for some reason they decided that they don’t like, in wars, and so on, but the other humans do generally put up with these ‘artists’.
The things that the ‘artists’ do are: making pictures, sculptures, making up songs and singing them, using various media to tell stories about other humans, or in fact anything that they can think of to both draw attention to themselves and say things about the world and what all the other humans have been up to.
Now, for thousands of years the accepted convention has been that these things that the ‘artists’ do have been put on or viewed in ‘special places’, where the humans who like paintings, juggling, songs, plays, music, sculpture, etc. can go to experience it – a visit to the ‘special place’ was all part of the art experience for them. This is how it has been for a long long time, and it has worked remarkably well.
Unfortunately over the last few years some of the ‘artists’, who perhaps weren’t too popular with the other humans, and were perhaps not very good at their ‘art’, decided to bypass this system altogether and present their art in public places, so that instead of the other humans choosing to go to the ‘special places’ to experience the ‘artist’s’ creations, they found that the ‘work’ was thrust upon them in their daily life, whether they wanted it or not.
These ‘public’ things are created by people called ‘graffiti artists’ or ‘street artists’, there are buskers or ‘street musicians’, jugglers, acrobats, and ‘actors’ performing in ‘street theatre’, etc.
These things have always gone on in our streets, but back then the graffiti images and words were usually just scrawled or scratched on the walls of toilets, or down out-of-the-way dark dirty alleys – and the music in the street was relatively quiet, perhaps a barrel organ or an unaccompanied singer outside a public house.
Now the graffiti is big, brash, and everywhere, and even when it is done with some kind of style or aesthetic sense, which is rare, it brutalises the environment and degrades the look of the building that it is on. The ‘street musicians’ instead of just singing their bland songs to a strummed guitar or blowing a few panpipes to a backing track, now have battery-powered amplifiers which make them audible from streets away, and to walk past them is actually painful.
This human thinks that this is an imposition and a coarsening of our world; these arrogant pushy ‘artists’ show no respect for other humans, their audience, and to force their work on other people is not what art is about. Art is supposed to enhance our environment, not degrade and dumb it down…
Come on fellow humans! Let’s rise up and stop all this ego-fuelled nonsense!…
(Meeting in the church hall tonight 7.30 pm. Tea and biscuits provided.)