lumfia

There he's - the young artwork scholar - in the place, sporting a stoop, used orange jeans and a faded odd t-shirt, standing in front of the canvases he presented with this month's type show; large, blue, sci-fi areas, which, from a range, are beautiful. They seem like incredible, undulating space-scapes of sky and stars.But move five steps closer, and the illusion fades. He's in the corner, yes, but the slob is influenced -- he'd be more comfortable position straight. His utilized orange jeans? Brand new, but distressed. His funny t-shirt kreativeunit.com.

That when most respectable badge of indie creed? It's been available for sale at the Metropolitan Outfitters down the street for a month. And the paintings - the paintings! Up-close, they display themselves as gross copies of the styles included in the discounted Salvador Dali calendars distributed at Barnes and Noble: pushed range, muddy shades, uninteresting ideas.What's offensive is not the small student's present, for at the least he is trying to do anything together with his image. And the paintings, while bad, aren't so bad that his artwork college scholarship would be threatened.

Number, what's many worrisome is that he doesn't know he's posing, doesn't know that the elements he's therefore cautiously developed as "his own," are not. He's exuding "originality" in probably the most culturally acceptable way, probably the only method he understands: he acquisitions it.Those cabinets of items our young hero peruses in his off-time- all copyrighted, patented, or otherwise "pre-approved" for consumption - give him the feeling he has flexibility of preference, while, in reality, his liberties are limited. "Have trouble? Make use of this face cream. Purchase a car. Wear these orange jeans.

They are his just options. We should sense shame for him - in the end, he's lived in Pasadena his whole life, he doesn't know. This is what he feels is edgy. Because he has style, he makes do with what he has. But because he's young, he is a touch too proud. More professional celebrities whisper to each other: His clothing, the off-white one? With the cartoon of a red-bearded lad, holding shut his seven bottles of tolerate, stating, "Irish 7-Course Food?" Done. His orange trousers? 700 pounds, light in all the right areas, do not connote the roughshod life. Oh number, they scream, "Mom purchases my clothes!" And the Art.