I started this piece a while ago but finally decided to finish it last night while all the cool people were out partying.
Here in Hollywood (or “*H*O*L*L*Y*W*O*O*D*,” as Harlan Ellison would say), there seem to be more and more individuals who want to be able to call themselves artists despite not actually having anything to say or any discernible talent. This phenomenon manifests itself in a number of ways, certainly not the least of which is shitty “street art.”
Street art, when done right, can be insightful, funny, thought-provoking, pointed social commentary, or at the very least, interesting. Unfortunately, however, as with virtually any art form, street art consists of a handful of actual innovators and a teeming mass of poseurs, hacks and imitators. In my neighborhood, rarely a day goes by when I don’t see some shit-tastic new attempt at cleverness by another bargain bin Banksy wannabe.
Everybody wants the attention but nobody seems to want to actually put anything beyond a bare minimum of effort into their work. I’m not claiming to be the greatest artist in the world, but every day I’m trying to get a little better. There’s no excuse for laziness. Either make something worthwhile or go home.