Dearest Bunny, Art histories Dogma unsettling. It recalls a puritanical veneration of the letter of the law at the expense of its spirit. Its this spirit that Canadian Thanksgiving is pursuing in it's show and you've missed it entirely. I know this because, they would be the first to agree with your statement about the Warholian revisionism and its subsequent codification of our Art making apparatus. All you have to do is look at the show to see this. look at Ross Ho and Bobby's work to see that both artifice and plasticity are the true faces that life wears with complete aplomb. To say nothing of Stillwell and do-goods observations on the duplicity of common culture. While all you see are a set of unmet tenets. That by their letter are ill suited to the change implicit in our current day to day lifes and therefore unattainable. Thats just so old school Bunny! shoes now. Art as a matter of necessity in the post-modern era is as obvious as fashion. Which as Cocteau said, "we must forgive... because it dies so young." Since Dooshamp, Art wears an increasingly banal face right? but it took the deconstructive stance of Neo-Realism and its subsequent codification of the banal to reach the masses once again in a form that could replace in secular terms, all that was displaced when Nietzchae proclaimed God dead, forgive me. I aknowledge it has been an irregular transition and art still maintains certain formal aspects of the former aesthetic orthodoxy. These precise points however are aknowledged by Canadian Thanksgiving in true anti-aesthetic spirit by declaring that reality and all of its inherently lyrical ironies, including art need a Jenny Jones style Make-over. A silly name, a hockey puck and some "turkeys" are certainly art in the right hands. In Canadian Thanksgiving's hands art is armament against the entrenched aesthetic Loyalists such as yourself. While you were busy searching for substantiation of their "silly name" in the clutter of non-existant Icons and symbols. Canadian Thanksgiving has taken the pure stuff of life and infused it with the poetry of its own existance. Kisses, Teegra
dashed wet and grim Oh now, Reagan of steel glitter in pants with which to shake them on down. Oh now, I shit you not for these are the things. Yes in any order you should choose these are the things to please please me, Oh Yeah. - Unmarked letter signed, A to A They'll say to me that it's safe to say so much for ubiquity, for disenfranchisement, and the terrorism of privilege. They'll say to me, With all of the effects from these profoundly toxic effects, is the project of our shared humanity effectively being dismantled. Are these the idle thoughts and sad tidings of despots and the tyrant kings inside of their comfortable towers of raised muck. As I've said before, They're not so far gone as to be gone for the good of all. This is plain to be seen in a world of bent backs and gross hyperbole. I'll sit in any unused doorway. I'll be beside myself while every door is locked. I'll dream of the halls and listen as the curtains, the drinking, an...
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