[ “Manifeste” — unPublic #80 — PARIS, 25 FEBRUARY 2022 ]
Much of past century’s artistic avant-garde bloomed on the ruins of war, denouncing our civilisation’s diabolically destructive ways and rejecting the heritage of culture and tradition that made such contorted bloodiness come about: for all human history basically is but a continuing sequence of stories of the few exploiting and extorting the many. Being cruelly, profoundly inhuman while selfishly driven by greed for power and wealth, unfortunately, has proven to be an all too universal human trait.
History did not end.
It just took a turn for the worse.
At least since the days of our first modern world war (a little more than a hundred years ago), artistic avant-gardes longed, yearned and reached for the magic that would allow brewing a potion to re-invent mankind. A cleansing, a cutting of umbilical cords with our cultural pasts; a means for erecting a different-from-the-classical art, a carving out of virginal (or less tainted at least) paths into next futures.
Idle dreams, idle promises, promises. Artistic speculation never did and never will put an end to human madness. Probably that is a something only ‘nature’ can and will do. Some day. Meanwhile though, it did and does give us a number of interesting and entertaining ideas to pick…
