F E AT URED A R T I C L E
Nobody’s going to fund this:
A MONOLOGUE IN PIECES
BY ANTHONY HUDSON
“Artists steal the world’s energy. They become blood donors. Their lifeblood drips away until they’re bled dry. And the people who control the world make it as inaccessible as possible by driving the artists into corners. You see, it’s dangerous. Our only hope is to recreate ourselves as either artists or anarchists, if you like, and release the energy for all.” — Jubilee (1978), Derek Jarman
I. I was due to give birth the day this took hold, to a new show – a new premiere, that word that pops off our lips like static from a finger when we talk about the next big thing: her next big thing, his next big thing, their next big thing, my next big thing, because that’s what art is – it’s what you give, and what they take, next, next, next.
ART QUARTERLY
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