Post Modern Barbequeism Manifesto: (pronounced BAR-Be-Q-ism)
Part I- The Origin
A southern Victorian house stands rebuilt from the relics of a slice in time. From the days of slaves to the passage of vagrants. The foundation to the sky lies a new design with vintage aesthetics.
Split factions. Men on top. Women on bottom. The women diligent with work. Studious by nature. The over achievers of this age. No backlash to feminism here, only success.
The men relaxed to ponder. Caught in discussion with stains of sauce on their minds. Deep in the South. Way below the bible belt their punches are thrown. Aiming to give name, to that which has no name. Rattling off words and terms, but nothing sticks. Unlike the carcasses they devour and down with sips of liquor, beer, and spirits out of bottle or box.
In this southern city sits the "New" New York. A new breed of artist. A new concept of thought. The new visually absurd. The new Dada. The new Cubism. The new Futurism. Russian Constructivism deconstructed and built anew with a twist of southern flavor. Backed with academic ideas. Steeped in the concepts that run deep throughout Art History.
Painters, printers, musicians, piercers, spoken word, and written text. Our surfaces imprint the mind. Our artistry forms on paper, canvas, body, or digested through the auditory. These our stages. The world our audience. We've lurked in shadows as society's servants. Our servitude our inspiration. Our demeaning jobs are what fulfill our meaningful art.
Dissecting society through iconographic imagery that both questions and mocks. A satirical force to be reckoned with. The devil's advocate while never believing only spitting out the juxtaposed information that flies through air waves, satellites, cable, and any other source that infiltrates our beings. Receptors to all. Displaying the encrypted ideas to the masses.
Saying to all," Hey! Wake up! This is what is happening now. Not yesterday. Not last week. Not some highly conceptualized over the top abstract ideology, but a simple philosophy. It is, what it is man. So pay attention and let's fix some things." To bring art back to the ground while still keeping it's integrity and having a culturally universal appeal. To take art back from the wine sippers and coffee shop bourgeois that hold their noses high to those that are not privileged enough to have a silver spoon shoved up their asses.
With the strum of a guitar. A drum set rests non vacant. A pinball machine transformed into a table with it's legs shortened to only a foot off the ground and leveled. The room hazed by chain smoked cigarettes a plethora of brands. One man's thought. With One man's wisdom. One man's puff becomes another man's movement. Simple. Elegant. Rude. Obnoxious. A clandestine beauty that of nature and man. Artist and warrior. Philosopher and pirate. Outlaw and cowboy. That which is Post Modern Barbequeism. The new movement. My movement. Our movement.
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