The Echoes of Inaction

This is disgusting. Not that Marco Rubio finally got put in the hot seat, but that it took a nation of adults watching children slaughter each other—in classrooms, for twenty years—before they then … sat around Tweeting while they let the children also ask the question, “Why is this happening?” to an elected official.

It’s fucking dystopic that paid, professional reporters would propagate a system that allows these shills and empty shirts sitting in Congress and the White House avoid tough questions regarding the influence of lobbyists and the responsibilities of a democratic government.

I get a lot of people telling me I bitch too much about capitalism, but find any reason in the world why so-called responsible adults will let children shoot each other in the back walking out of class that isn’t tied to who gets paid at the end of the day. The ruling class will not care about school shootings unless one happens at some private prep academy where a kid with an inherited future in the C-suite of a Forutne 500 company dies.

This fucking country.

Posted to Social at 08:59 on 22 February 2018

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Execute The Executive Class

America has been reduced to financial success being the only qualifier for authority that matters. A market-obsessed economy will allow any rich individual to move from business to business, because to the market the only thing that matters is consistent profit. Athletes hosting venture capital dinners. Billionaires controlling news businesses they do not understand and leave to destroy. The rich shooting cars in to space for fun while the national potential for social pride in a space race remains uninspired. And the most damning evidence of all, President Fuckhead McTelevision.

The thing is, when the vapid influence of money has corrupted basically every last remaining American institution, nothing remains to speak for hope. It’s tough enough to watch the Olympics—the type of event that hope is sort of designed for—with all the bullshit they bring along while ignoring controversy. We’ve sold out our cultural bottom line, and nothing remains in America that seems worthy of faithful devotion.

Posted to Social at 12:04 on 14 February 2018

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The War Against The Poor

I can feel the anxiety of generations wherever I am. Everything about our reality seems a fiction, consumed first by the idea of selling a narrative. The packaging says freedom but the content is debt.

The thing about absurdity is that it will pour mud on your foundation until you stop trying to build the damn house. Fake news is not going away, it’s just going to turn in to fake people, fake events and fake porn. The level of distrust we feel now for our reality is only going to increase. Get a grip. And hold on.

Late capitalism is tightening the ropes. Within its cage is a world of perpetually shiny, new and meaningless consumer products, whose function increasingly seems solely to prop up as much wealth consolidation as possible before this machine finally dies.

Posted to Social at 09:28 on 6 February 2018

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The Eternal Question

One of my favorite classes in college was a philosophy of art class. Classes primarily consisted of sitting around and subjectively debating various aspects of art theory. The recurring question was always the most fundamental: What is art?

The great and maddening aspect of art is that it may be a word without definition—which, in and of itself, is a pretty fucking cool concept. If it is the product of human creativity, then is napalm art? A Predator drone? The atomic bomb? (Some would say yes to all of this.)

Every definition of art can be endlessly debated in college courses, while every now and again a piece comes along that grabs the attention of the public, challenging the notion of art in the mainstream. Yet while all of this is conceptual fun and game, a far more nefarious social proposal is entering the debate: that art is, above all, a market.
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Posted to Social at 11:29 on 22 January 2018

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The Dumpster is On Fire

Chances are, if you get punched in the face, you know why. If you don’t, you’ll probably exclaim something along the lines of, “What the hell did you do that for?” Maybe the person hitting you will tell you. Maybe they will just hit you again, at which point it’s time to decide if you’re going to fight back. For a brief period after liberal America was punched in the face by the 2016 election, this was a chance for some honest debate. Yet for as many people, both on and off the screen, asking Why?, it seemed nobody actually wanted to talk about the real issues facing America that caused this sort of voter revolt.

Instead, time passed and the liberal media decided to point the finger at Russia.1 This is quite handy, considering the fault primarily rests in our national discourse and the incompetent political class that stops short of acting in any representational—or even responsible—manner.

None of this is surprising to me, however it has been demoralizing enough to which I can barely be entertained by political conversation anymore.
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Posted to Social at 11:52 on 20 November 2017

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Welcome to Distorted Perspective. A brief introduction—

—Colin Smith. Born 1982. Some punk rock kid turned multidisciplinary artist & graphic designer-type. An Alaskan in Oregon by way of New England, Georgia, Texas and California looking for hope in the wind. Working in the various languages of truth, systems and identity.

I create works of assembly. Taking a variety of disparate components in any given medium and attempting to build a cohesive whole, I look to mimic the disorder and confusion our conflicted, human lives end up creating naturally through time. My focus is not to communicate through any single process but rather create a language that translates across aesthetic approach; a message that resonates by any means of interaction.


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