I'm afraid, Franklin, that the parties in question are beyond the help you offer or anything of the sort, which is obviously part of the problem. There can be no cure without recognition of the disease.
Nice article and very informative. I mentioned over at Alexander Adams' manifesto that white men need a Ruskin and patrons. You certainly could fill the former's shoes but getting patrons would be a chore, I suppose. I don't think non-profits and such are going to work – you need a kind of fraternity. You especially need wealthy individuals or maybe a group that is not crazy but identifies with European culture and doesn't care about being called names.
I find this whole situation of only morbid interest, like a dissection of a diseased or deformed body. It feels both alien and alienating, and while I can understand what it's about, I cannot relate to it--not least because it seems to be overwhelmingly about issues other than art itself.
I have no use for critics thus embroiled, not to say obsessed, so their professional fate does not affect me. Of course, it helps to be long practiced in being my own critic, which always takes precedence over the opinions, claims or practices of any other person or entity. Art for me is a personal interaction with the work, meaning it's between me and the work, period. Those who cannot or will not deal with art on their own and depend on outside "help" may be better off dealing with something else anyway.
I'm afraid, Franklin, that the parties in question are beyond the help you offer or anything of the sort, which is obviously part of the problem. There can be no cure without recognition of the disease.
Nice article and very informative. I mentioned over at Alexander Adams' manifesto that white men need a Ruskin and patrons. You certainly could fill the former's shoes but getting patrons would be a chore, I suppose. I don't think non-profits and such are going to work – you need a kind of fraternity. You especially need wealthy individuals or maybe a group that is not crazy but identifies with European culture and doesn't care about being called names.
I find this whole situation of only morbid interest, like a dissection of a diseased or deformed body. It feels both alien and alienating, and while I can understand what it's about, I cannot relate to it--not least because it seems to be overwhelmingly about issues other than art itself.
I have no use for critics thus embroiled, not to say obsessed, so their professional fate does not affect me. Of course, it helps to be long practiced in being my own critic, which always takes precedence over the opinions, claims or practices of any other person or entity. Art for me is a personal interaction with the work, meaning it's between me and the work, period. Those who cannot or will not deal with art on their own and depend on outside "help" may be better off dealing with something else anyway.