October. Autumn 2004. Paris. Ten years ago today. I have proven one thing when I stepped inside this glass pyramid: I DO NOT KNOW SHIT ABOUT ART. It’s one thing to throw artsy fartsy chutzpah here and there, but it’s always difficult to unlearn everything, jettison your prejudices, and accept that you would always stay a student of art. I said goodbye to my artsy dream-life after this trip and completely embraced corporate, design and digital work-life. I was a painter. I thought I had my voice after a few exhibits post-art college, but the specter comment of my former college professor at my thesis deliberation have always haunted and debilitated me: ‘you should be in another country, your sensibilities are foreign, and not for here.’ That was in 1995. Or was it just my lingering fear?
2011 I took a chance at an open call for the Zero In Consortium, 10th anniversary art exhibition. I got accepted. I made digital interactive art. THEY did not understand it then, most probably including the curators themselves. It was a very cool experience though. Guess what, the art that I did is so ubiquitous now, locally. I digress. But for continuing exhibition opportunities nothing came much out of it. Because WORK. And work! And more work! Art is not work. ART IS LOVE AND BULLSHIT! Therefore I cannot do art, not yet. I design. And it is work. And I love my work. I love designing. Art waits for no one. Art also involves a lot of ass kissing. Shocking I know. I have been told of its shady inner workings and politics. Some local galleries and curators. Eventually and unfortunately experienced it for myself. But I’d rather Paul McCarthy’s butt plug. But thank the gods Apollo, the Muses…there is the INTERWEBZ. A ready audience for your art. And more possible opportunities! You don’t have to kiss ass here. And you can have your chutzpah and eat it, too! So all is not lost. But only my art is. For now.