You’ve seen it; it’s everywhere. It clogs our airwaves and blocks our scenery. Our children are exposed to it in their schools, we are subjected to it in advertisement and packaging. We can’t turn the pages of books or magazines without having it shoved in our faces. There are museums, huge mega-structural edifices, dedicated to it.
It’s distracting, to say the least. We cannot drive down our highways without experiencing the head-turning and dangerous lure of it on signposts and billboards. Its hypnotic enthrallment captivates our every waking moment. We can’t escape it. In the lofty and isolated monasteries of Tibet and the Mongolian Desert it exists. The innocent children of the ghettos attempt to emulate the examples they see all around them by using the concrete expanses as their crude canvasses.
It is the height of pretentiousness. All these bohemian “thinkers” and creative “geniuses” plying their paint polluted propaganda hither, thither and yon and looking down their mustachioed noses while the creativity-challenged look on in envious awe, wishing hopelessly that they could but draw the faces of their laughing children and can manage only grotesque and vague representations thereof.
It is a sin to let these haughty heroes of the color-splattered ethos get away with haunting the population of right-minded and normal folks with their high-blown idea that if someone has a modicum of artistic talent, it can be honed into something that can elevate and inspire the world around them. I know, for I was one of those smug artistically demented aficionados laboring under the delusion that I could make a living at the production of a commodity that would add something aesthetically valuable and lasting to the world. Alas, I was awakened from my delusion and joined by a brave number of my brethren to form C.R.A.A.P., an organization dedicated to putting a stop to art and all that it encompasses.
Join us, won’t you? You can make a difference today by sending a generous donation to:
c/o George Yesthal
P.O. Box 783
Kresgeville, Pa. 18333
This is humor folks…sarcasm. It’s a goof on all the ridiculous and trendy ‘causes" out there. It is NOT intended to be read with any sense of indignation. I am an artist. Of course I don’t feel this way.
Of course, if you choose to send donations, they will be gratefully accepted and spent in record time.