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Money Killed the Nihilistic Dream

In September 2016, yours truly produced one of my first “art” works.   To gain more “culture,” I would utilize an elective to enroll in an art appreciation class.  My artistic expressions would begin not due to some “great” vision or calling, but via a mandatory assignment.

The assignment called for submitting a “collage” and explain the significance of the work.   After looking over way too many choices, none really stood out as offering anything worth my attempt to describe or explain.

Thus, like any ambitious being, the obvious answer to my dilemma was a decision to compose and submit my own photomontage.

The following was my presented creation, Money Killed the Nihilistic Dream:

MoneyKilledTheNihilisticDream

Money Killed the Nihilistic Dream

What Money Killed… may lack in aesthetic pleasure, in my biased opinion, it makes up for with snarky criticism.

The work intends to highlight a chaotic “pure” white world, a land in which everything has been subject to money’s corruption, especially religion.

During my presentation, my classmates were mostly disinterested– all, except two.  The first peer observation would point out the oversaturation of white coloring.   Even though white did seem relevant to the overall theme, the criticism was a fair and valid point.

As for the second criticism,  a lady took issue with my offering based on her religious beliefs.  However, she would attempt to label my work as plagiarism, adding that I had no right to use the imagery of others out of proper context.

YES!   An artist was born.  The only thing better than receiving praise for producing high-quality material is to feel the legitimate anger rolling out of another– based on nothing more than one’s own creation.   After all, instead of the usual indifference, at least ya made ’em care.

Yet, there was no way in hell that uptight lady was going to best me without a fight.  Thus, the only reasonable response would be to look up the use of imagery in one’s own collage.  Indeed, a written response for the whole class to read would play an essential role in “winning” the debate.

My posted response:   

After conducting thorough research, a collage is not considered plagiarism if the imagery is used in a transformative way and is not for commercial use.  Most works of art do not follow under commercial use even if the art is being sold.  The main difference between using a picture in a collage vs. plagiarism is that plagiarism is the attempt to pass something someone else created as your own.

Unless a collage relied solely on one work then it would qualify as “fair use” and be alright to use in the time-honored art of collage.  Transformative works generally follow under “fair use” because there is not malice nor an attempt to “steal” a work as your own but instead incorporating the work as a form of inspiration to create a different work.

As for the feelings of the original artist, you would have to ask them.  Personally, the artistic people I know encourage creativity.

The debate was over.

Based on that lady’s outrage, as time passed more designs were undoubtedly to follow.  Since the initial late 2016 offering, the quality of my artistic treasures has improved dramatically (or so I wish to believe).    Therefore, upon recent reflection of Money Killed…  an idea popped into my mind, “Why not re-visit the collage that started it all and see what comes out bro?”

So, I did just that, but there was one rule– all the pictures used to produce the first Money Killed… had to be incorporated into the updated version.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please enjoy, Money Killed the Nihilistic Dream: A Revisit:

Money Killed the Nihilistic Dream Revisited

PS, please submit any constructive feedback, or in exceptional cases, ya can insult me– but only if it is elite level troll-dom.

As a final gift, introducing Buddy DR: 

DR shwack

Be advised, there are already numerous funny Buddy DR designs ready to launch upon the unsuspecting world.    Unfortunately, this introductory picture stems from a deep and dark emotional place.

To sum up the inspiration behind the work, I shall share my innermost real and genuine feelings:

Nothing compares to the hollow echo of “you might as well not exist, buddy” silence. Within the imagination, the resulting anxiety must compare favorably to the intense internal thumping, thump, thump, thump, of visualizing the self about to collect multiple punctures of a knife. Unquestionably, not just any knife will do. The fancying mind envisions a sword of destruction that features a half-sharp, half-dull edge meant to pierce & twist the unfortunate’s guts. These varieties of wounds inflict enough pain but also assure the bleeding out process is a measured, slow, steady drip that shall last an eternity.

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