Once a good friend of mine became seized with the desire to paint, and asked me if I wanted to go to with her to 'Hobble Gobble.' Maybe she couldn't think of the name, but her reference to Hobby Lobby as Hobble Gobble was a fitting description of the absurdity of the whole existence of the craft behemoth. Hobby Lobby is a prime player in the end game of consumer culture with its lavish abundance of CSMIC (cheap sh*t made in China.) Don't you ever wonder about the poor people in China who make all this plastic gilded and glittered garbage? Do you think they ever wonder about American holidays and why we need all this crap to celebrate them? I'm not EVEN going to touch on the death of the sacred here. The irony is just too acute.
This new stunt with the meddling in women's private business is the ultimate in patriarchal control tripping. But whatever. The Tao states that when things reach an extreme, they transform. So may this time signal a transformation in awareness away from the consumption of mass-produced garbage that mocks the very nature of creativity. May this time bring about a pivot to a more organic expression of art and commerce that respects the artist, the collector and does not support deluded institutions. I know, I know. I'm probably preaching to the choir here. Craft out.
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