There’s this line I’m always too self-aware to not tippy toe on and it’s the line that divides “what is punk” (i.e. bad/good, without a modicum of qualitative awareness) and “what is not punk” (good/terrible, technically good but too aware of itself to be “punk art”). Money plays into this, I think. Emily and I were talking about punk music and punk art earlier tonight, the differences between them. Mainly being that punk music started as a way to play music without having to learn how to play music. Once anything get’s too technical, it’s no longer punk. In art, there’s a similar theory of the “outsider” which is just someone who is untrained, basically. I often feel drawn to this notion, being untrained, and I’ll usually take any excuse I can get to hate on art students because, ugh, aren’t they the worst, etc. But I’m not punk or outsidery at all. Mostly, I just don’t like finishing anything. Like this post I’ve been typing, whatever it started out to be.
