SCATOLOGIC TRAFFIC JAM MANIFESTO
20 August 2015, Cervera de los Montes
I like traffic jams. Last week I was driving from home to Madrid airport and had time to think. My political thought is now speeding fast after gaining liberty by resigning from the Communist Party of Spain.
I still have the same objective, I want a classless world with economic equality, but I disagree with the strategy and the tactics of the mainstream extreme left. I believe in Marx's analysis of history as class struggle but I don't place the faith in the proletariat. My side in the class war must be my own class, the intelligentsia. I don't want a revolution led by plumbers and janitors. I demand hegemony of the intellectuals, dictatorship of poets and philosophers.
Lenin said that the intelligentsia is not the "brain of the nation", it is the "feces of the nation". I guess that if we are excrement, we understand the shitty situation in the world and can fertilize the revolution.
14 August 2015, Helsinki
I've spent the week in Finland. This has been a different summer, no Finnish vacation. Though I'm here for work, I had luckily enough time to visit yesterday my family's summer cottage by the Lake Päijänne. It was an express summer of less than 24 hours, enough for a good sauna session.
The reason for my trip was once again 57 Varieties, the fragile series of red monochromes, that has been damaged and fixed too many times. Now I think it's finally in the condition to be delivered to the collector who acquired it last spring.
During the intensive week I had also time to meet some friends, collectors, curators and museum directors. Tomorrow I'm going to paint something on the wall of my friends' place. We've talked about it for a long time, but I have still no idea what I'm going to do. I do the mural for free but I sent them my backstage rider including drinks, food, cigarettes and chewing gum. I want to feel like an art star.
PUNK ART MUSEUM IS DEAD
06 August 2015, Cervera de los Montes
We drove to Madrid Airport to pick up our kids coming back from their Finnish summer vacation. I suggested my wife to stop at Centro de Arte Dos de Mayo, a public museum situated in Mostoles, a satellite town of Madrid. The venue was inaugurated seven years ago but I had never been there though I pass by often on my way to the capital city. They have an interesting program that could include my works if I were a part of the Spanish art world. Unfortunately, I'm an outsider artist in the country where I live.
The entrance of the museum was crowded - free internet connection - but we were the only people in the exhibition area during the hour one visit on Sunday afternoon. The main exhibition was about traces of punk music and attitude, popular culture flirting with the young audience. My wife said that she doesn't like punk. I said I don't like art. Seriously, I don't enjoy seeing art - I have enough problems with my own art.
The entrance fee of CA2M costs zero euros but I think nobody wants to go to museums even you pay them (excluding Guggenheim Jeff Koons blockbusters). People are stupid or art is irrelevant. Or art is elitist and we just have to accept that.
A smaller exhibition was a kind of photography workshop for the proletariat to fight for their rights documenting their working conditions. They called it a community dark room, a tool for the class struggle in a museum run by Madrid's conservative government. Faking or joking?
We left the museum and drove to Ikea. After art capitalist retail was a much more gratifying experience, more interactive, more real. And the furniture store had more life, more people, than the ghost-like empty museum. I hate capitalism but art is even worse.