E.L.K. – The Mouse That Sunk The Boat
It’s pretty safe to say that the Melbourne street art scene is quite divided on a few subjects (ie Adrian Doyles Empty Nursery Blue project and those little Land Of Sunshine stickers), but one thing that everybody who matters seem to agree on is that "artist" CDH (who is apparently actually an engineer, mind you), is possibly one of the least talented street artists in Melbourne – conceptually boring, with zero can control.
As a self confessed "exclusively non-commercial artist", I’m not sure if this is because he doesn’t want sell his work, or that nobody would buy it, or that is he just scared to expose himself to any real critical feedback (success aint fun btw, its fucking scary sometimes).
That aside, I’m writing this in response to an article by CDH in the September issue of Art Monthly bagging out the commodification of street art (and also yours truly, and other street artists), which, I believe, was a little harsh. I must say that I do agree with some of the points he makes, but one significant point that he fails to mention on the reason that street art is losing its edge, are the hoards of mediocre fuckwits latching on to the popularity of street art and subsequently sucking the life out of it.
New rule, can’t paint … fuck off.
I may not have the vocabulary or the necessary tertiary education to get published in such a reputable magazine, but I do have something that CDH doesn’t – talent. Talent enough to have appeared on the cover of Art Monthly and talent enough that people are willing to pay a lot of money for the art that I make, something that this guy will never be in a position to fully appreciate.
The next person that says to me "you’re so lucky" is getting head-butted – people only see the pretty pictures. They don’t see the ten years of struggle, depression, failed relationships and letters of demand that led to a point where I could comfortably survive doing what I love doing – no luck involved. So to referring to my art as empty, is a little insulting. I get offered a lot of money from advertising agencies and big businesses to use my art in order to sell products, cars, poker machines, soda streams, hats, etc etc etc – but its not for me, I’m not a designer, I’m an artist.
But I’m not angry, just venting. I can handle criticism – but not from this muppet.
Commodification is not the only reason that the ship of street art is sinking, we’re just the privileged few that get to exit on the life rafts – CDH is no voice of authority on this subject, he’s just the mouse that sunk the boat.
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