I’m sure you’ve been hearing about Banksy’s new themepark (’bemusement park’) ‘Dismaland.’ So, what’s the deal? Is a graffiti artist, (an art built out of the bricks of revolution and propaganda) with money, still worth listening to? Or is legitimacy in an underground art as ethereal as street cred that’s jumped from contagion by contact to an airborne pathogen… there’s just no way to contain it, and thus, to believe in it. But that power, when it’s from the soul of running feet that can only escape through creation, becomes the art of fixing what’s broken with that original connection. The first time you touched a can. And sprayed your name.
If you can’t fix what’s broken…. you’ll uh… you’ll go insane.
So, it’s just a rumor, but my friend Baudrillard told me a terrifying tale, that Banksy, or whoever (Who’s running the country, you?) is offering VIP packages for the full Virtual Artist Experience.
You can Spray Paint your very own mural all over the Disma Princesses.
Put their service to the test, the brochure says.
I tell you this, because, as an artist, I think you’ll understand.