While Dubuffet'
s term is quite specific, the English term "outsider art" is often applied more b
roadly, to include certain self-taught or Naïve ar
t makers who were never institutionalized. Typically, those labeled as o
utsider artists have little or no contact with the
institutions of the mainstream art world; in man
y cases, their work is discovered only after their deaths. Much out
sider art illustrates extreme mental states, unconventional ideas, or elabora
te fantasy worlds.
Outsider art has emerged as a successful art marketing category (an ann
ual Outsider Art Fair has taken place in New York
since 1992). The term is sometimes misapplied as a catch-all marketin
g label for art created by people outside the "art world" mainstream, re
gardless of their circumstances or the content of their work.
ART OF THE INSANE! is another one of the labels the movement has co
me to be known by.
anyway, West is all about
picture posturing that he is completely nerdy and into avant shit. he is not an avant nigga, but carries himself in black hipster fashion - and not the ny times definition, but a more faux-spaced stylized version of it. would the guy go to galleries if he was poor? i think not. he probably would be sippin' on steel reserve and selling crack. ok, did i take it too far? could he be the next- quasi sexist racist black nig bot art brut? it seems to me that this may be true, but hey i love YE, and most of the shit he makes. i just hate that he signs these fucking half talents, puts them in DIOR and trots them out to all of us as if they are the most sincere, inventive and witty popperstars since COMMON left the SENSE behind for a righteous shot at Erykah Badu's booty!
BUT THE GEAR IS FRESH TO DEATH.
i remember the islamic scarf being a symbol to all that you may have revolutionary tendencies. when i first started wearing them it was 1994, and people just ignored it as either as sign of misguided black power costume for the new nigga/student, or some 5percent black muslim shit. now everybody and they mama wears them and they mean absolutely nothing. this is not the first time gear i used to wear became popular, surely i can remember exactly why i donned the trench coat look, or the beat sweater. i wanted to feel like a writer, even in the midst of me learning how to write. it was the clothes that let everyone know what you were into. now, i just want to wear stuff that fits. ok not true.
but close. i do not think its wise to tell the truth on the internet seeing how they are going to be charging us to get on soon. and that will be when this blog stops, and typing will be strictly on the portable. and the only way you may catch my meanderings then, will be to stop by 52nd and catch me on the porch bumping a little Eugene Mc Daniels and having a mint tea.
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