sporeboy in delhi
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"Some are given that chance to live on soil that is not theirs. It is in this humility you lose yourself, or discover your soul."
Sporeboy has moved to Delhi from Singapore. Come share in his little journey. Better yet, be inspired to join him. Come.
Meanwhile, Sporeboy is hatching a plan to promote the arts and build a social enterprise at the same time. Check out http://thearthack.com.
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The Angsty artist
Written on 16 Dec 2011
Why does art attract the pretentious and the proud-hearted?
Art, in my world view, is meant to bring people closer, soaring above hackneyed barriers of seperation; race, caste, colour, age. Art is meant to unite the sisterhood of Mankind.
But sitting here at yet another gallery show opening, I only feel sadness. I speak to the non-artist types and they are more interested in who’s who at the show. I speak to the artist-types and they are keen to chat up with bigger artist-types. Me talking about the art on the wall, world and life is as unnoticed as the underpaid guy serving wine to the well-heeled crowd.
There is so much emotion coursing through my veins, so many thoughts, just seeing Dayanita’s haunting colour-world hanging from the white-washed walls of Nagy’s space. So much. Too much. And boy would it be nice to meet a fellow kindred soul here as equally captivated in the art, and generous enough to share a conversation with a nobody-stranger, me.
This only serves me to become a recognised artist on my own rights, and share my work with the most regular of dudes. That is what art is meant to be no? Work that moves people; people meaning not just kings and queens, but regular yous and mes to yes? Why do the artist-types here just seem interested in prostituting themselves to the bigger artist-types, and ignore the art conversations with me?
Looks like the Chinese guy in the room of Indians is the new white elephant. Perhaps I am just ranting, the angsty unnoticed artist.
