Category: The Arts

Radical Regurgitation

On the incantations of progressive art:

I think it’s fair to say that, whatever her creative limitations, Liberal Jane, aka Ms Caitlin Blunnie, does like her slogans. One might say incantations. Almost all of which have an air of self-satisfaction, as if some previously unregistered profundity had been heroically unearthed.

One creation extols the radical virtues of skiving in the workplace and not doing the work one is being paid to do. “Craft is resistance in a late-stage capitalist society,” reads another. Also, “Self-love is self-care.” “Riots, not diets.” “Hex the imperialist, white supremacist, capitalist patriarchy.” “Fantasy is for everyone.” “Abortion builds new futures.” Oh, and “Smash the state and masturbate,” and “Stretch marks are ubiquitous to the human experience.”

Oh, there’s more.

Elephant On The Riverbank

The Arts: A system in which taxpayers help rich people hang pictures for their friends

The revelation this spring that [Remai Modern] final cost tops $111 million, more than twice the original estimate from when it was first proposed, will resonate for most taxpayers, as will the $6 million a year in city funding.

But the art gallery’s worth should be measured beyond its price tag — its value to Saskatoon is more relevant.

Five years ago the gallery earned Saskatoon a spot in the New York Times’ top tourist destinations in the world. USA Today followed suit the following year by recommending its readers visit the Paris of the Prairies chiefly because of the gallery.

So you can argue all day that the money spent on building the art gallery will never be worth it, but you cannot reasonably claim that no value was derived from it in terms of recognition for the city.

The “cannot reasonably claim” value: two American travel writer mentions at the low, low entry price of $55,500,000.00 apiece.

And then, there’s the nepotism. And the fact that it’s ugly. And the millions to maintain it ain’t ever going away…

Get the hell out of Saskatoon while you still can, my friends.

From the comments: I guess nothing quite “says” Saskatoon like a good stack of double-wides.

Ravishing The Senses

Readers may also note the article’s, shall we say, coyness regarding the art on offer – all that cruelly underfunded creativity. None of which is displayed to sway readers of the Observer. The nearest we get is a photo of Ms Kwan standing next to a creation that we cannot actually see, and a photo of Grayson Perry in a hideous frock.

On London’s struggling artists and their feats of creativity.

For Display Purposes Only

In art news:

The decision to adorn what was once the Women’s Museum with a, shall we say, transitioning figure, this “nourishing man,” is likely an attempt to comply with prevailing fashions regarding those individuals who are somewhat at odds with their physical selves. A trans-friendly gesture. Or, as the museum puts it, somewhat coyly, a sign of “gender inclusivity.”

It occurs to me, however, that a man being given large doses of cross-sex hormones and subsequently developing facsimile breasts isn’t going to lactate anything remotely nourishing for a child. Given sufficiently high doses of female hormones, and given sufficiently zealous pumping, some men can be made to secrete a substance from their nipples, albeit unreliably and in very limited quantities – but the resulting discharge is of no nutritional value to an infant.

Oh, there’s more.

Work of Art

On a recent trip to Nanaimo, I ran across this mural on a building in the downtown area.

Odd how you never see this mentioned in the mainstream media.

A friend in North Vancouver has a hoodie with a Canadian flag and the words “The Resistance” on it. He wears it a lot and surprisingly gets a lot of positive comments from passers by. Maybe there’s hope for this country yet.

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