Why I Am Not a Street Artist
I am not a street artist, I am a blogger.
Why? I think I would rather be
a street artist, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Thierry Guetta
is starting a Banksy film. I drop in.
“Sit down and watch me brainwash” he
says. I watch; he brainwashes. I look
up. “You have STREET ART in it.”
“Yes, it’s the biggest movement since punk.”
“Oh.” I wait and the minutes go by
and I check in again. The film
is going on, and it’s banal, and the minutes
go by. I wait. The film is
finished. “Where’s the STREET ART?”
All that’s left is just
money-grabbing, “It’s all about the money,” Thierry says.
But me? One day I am thinking of
a concept: contrivance. I write a line
about contrivance. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of contrivance, of
real art, of how terrible contrivance is
and life. Minutes go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real blogger. My blog
is finished and I haven’t mentioned
contrivance yet. It’s twelve blogs, I call
it CONTRIVANCE. And one day in a theatre
I see the Banksy film, called EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP.
Follow Kirk Michael's work on his personal movie blog, White Tank Top.