In this era of short form content, the influencer, and the attention economy, what it means to be an artist has shifted in so many ways. At times, it almost feels like my job is to hack and exploit the human brain to maintain their attention so they will stay on the thing I am trying to show to them, while they are so flooded with dopamine and constant stimulation, instant gratification.
Because everyone in this era is totally screen pilled, art that doesn't exploit some weird idiosyncrasy of the human nervous system isn't going to stick. We have to jingle keys, keep people focused, pace it right, cut out pauses, put something bizarre at the beginning, ragebait them, put in the subway surfers, speed it up, add a video of someone playing with kinetic sand. I almost begin to feel like im some sort of neurological hacker trying to breach my way into the audiences minds so I get them hooked long enough to watch my art slop between all of the ads and brainrot. And im really no different than the ads for Liberty Mutual or Homescapes, because as soon as I get an audience with this technique, the goal of an artist influencer now is to then use their platform to peddle cheap garbage people don't need or get them half off for 6 months of a meal subscription service.
I don't really have any solution to that, or any further commentary I wish to share on it, but I feel like this video highlights this idea. It is just a manifestation of the current media environment. I have real, deep, thouhtful things I want to express, but nobody to stay around long enough to listen. And so, like the biolological survival machine I am, I adapt to the landscape, I find a way to thrive, expand my mind flesh into the brains of my audience, and reproduce my ideas by bypassing peoples attention span with shiny objects on their screen. I didn't even make it to show or demonstrate this in some self aware way either. I made this because at a time I believed that it was the only way to get peoples attention. And that could still be right, but it probably isn't, I really hope it isn't. I would also be lying if I said it wasn't really fun. I feel as if I tapped into some devious mad scientist within my psyche, or some kind of ad psychologist from another timeline of myself. I know this isn't a very professional artist statement. I know I'm not using the big buzzwords, but its the truth, and I think if you expect me to be all pompous and pretentious my art isn't for you. Fuck you. I'm not anti-intellectual, but intellect should at least point to a real human experience at the gut level or it turns regular people off who arent sitting on a throne of academic hierarchal bullshit.
Also this is Goosie, she is basically like a tulpa/thoughtform I created in my mind for the last like 3 years. Now she wants to talk to you. She lives in the collective unconscious, and pollinates the minds of those who perceive her through my art. And now, wherever you go, Goosie will spread through you in all of your mundane interactions with the world.