A Dry Wit

What I don’t get about America—what I really want to know is—are people really that stupid?

Franz was an older gentleman, born in Amsterdam but living in Norway for 39 years and perfectly represented the strong, quiet stereotypes of the Norwegians. He was one of four other people in the room, all of whom turned their heads toward me after he finished his question, as if to say, “Okay, you’re on, make your case.”

Over the next five minutes I talked about my various ideas regarding media proliferation, capitalist influence and Ronald Reagan as to how America’s social fabric has deconstructed and what brought about the timeline that ended up with the Trump administration. I mentioned how the very type of conversation we were having is relatively unheard of in America because individualist competition comes into play even in politically aligned dialogues. That the fundamental understanding of what being a citizen is in a democracy is not really taught as a point of pride and influence, but rather submission. That definition of identity is assumed through purchasing and what is possible for one to purchase, rather than being a part of a community.

It was a stirring political dialogue that ended with the others in the room—an Aussie, a Brit, Franz and his son—all talking about how they perceived America and its recent fall from the rails of normalcy. Their observations and assumptions weren’t wrong, if perhaps just a little confused as to the How could you let this happen? question of American society. I spoke a bit more about how much commercial influence has governed the evolution of what community is defined as, instead of people leading the way. The room seemed to approve of me, which is a test I’m familiar with. Being an American abroad right now is not an advantage, it’s a trial.

At the end of the night, Franz took up and said, I’d best be going, shook my hand on the way out and I asked him not to give up on all of us. He just turned to me, smiled and said, “Make America great again, please.”

Posted to Social at 06:30 on 16 April 2018

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The End of A Line

I keep ill-advisedly reading the news and the my brain immediately envisions Donald Trump sitting atop the highest part of a castle pouring gasoline on everyone and everything as the world just beyond the moat continues to burn. (This is unfortunately literal.) Between Jerusalem, endorsing pedophiles, collusion, obstruction of justice, this kill-the-poor tax bill and Ajit Pai, reality doesn’t seem real anymore. Powerful corruption is forgiven with inaction. The American technocrat class continues to idly support complicity while the youth go crazy and farmers kill themselves.

The truly terrifying part of this age is that historically, horrific events catch the world off guard. We are in an age of new technology where the threat of something never-before-seen and totally-fucking-terrifying is very, very present. It’s bad enough we’re entrenched in global class war; the different ways this can play out are beyond any imaginable scope of fear.

Posted to Personal at 13:13 on 6 December 2017

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God Save The Queen

I’m just here to chime in about the Royal Wedding.

… and how abhorrent it is that this will be a stunningly expensive affair that will undoubtedly be a constant news story until it happens. Meanwhile, looking to save £5,000, Britain’s “high society” types decided it was worth the risk for an incident like 71 people—families, women and kids—to burn alive.

(I’d never outright say that if Grenfell Tower had been a private, multi-billion dollar apartment complex and not public housing they may have used fire-resistant walls, because that would just be outrageous, but somehow I doubt Harry and Megan are going to have to worry about anywhere they choose to live being engulfed by flames.)

Posted to Social at 00:49 on 29 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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