This is a project where I pay workers on Amazon's Mechanical Turk to review my art and website and pay them $5 for 500 words. This is the 37th review I've received:
P.S. is an
artist who isn't afraid of defining himself but at the same time isn't afraid
of change. In one phrase I would describe his art as "the lie that comes
from truth." In his artistic venture of shocking Chicago we learn that
people may need a shock to gather attention. Yet is it something one would want
if it took a 'shock' to gather it? I was impressed and taken by P.S. artwork
especially it's contrast. Between 'The Business of Selling Yourself' and 'How
to be Narcissistic' we can truly see his intentions. Art is art and one can
interpret it as we wish, perhaps I'm defining myself rather than his art...but
then again that's his power. When he sells himself he sells his baggage but
once it was public it no longer belonged to him...he changed. Concerning
narcissism we witnessed a few people praising themselves in self-awarded
certificates. Would promoting yourself in such a positive way take away from
your persona until you don't belong to yourself and must reinvent? To become an
individual and not a brand. This is what P.S. is and what he is not. What we
are is what he represents, the moment you know is...is when we slip away. It
may seem a bit funny or irrational to believe that our personality dies once it
touches the mouths of others but it does. Our soul dies when it interpreted by
others, we do not know how to make others live but ourselves. Is it our
society? Is it this American Capitalist system that has the audacity to preach
'sharing is caring' but when we grow up it praises competition. We no longer
know how to care for one another but rather hurt. We know this, that is why we
can never be what others believe we are...even if it is 'we' who insinuated
their perceptions of us. P.S. is in search for the core of people, the
experience evident in such works as 'Seeking Good Conversations' or his
'Invitational' pieces. I would imagine that people only are who they are at
that present moment and no other time because time transforms. An experience
with a person can only happen once as his art suggests...it is what makes it
important, precious. I would wager that none of us know how to make a friend
anymore. It used to be easy as children...we had to have a pair of sneakers or
a scooter and we had a friend. What happened to that ease of childhood? How did
we loose it? P.S. goes to show us the extent we must go to to find a friend.
Can a conversation be sparked? A friendship be discussed? Can strangers become
friends? Is it a gimmick now, has it lost its honesty? The kinds of question
that aroused in my mind due to P.S. boldness. To embrace P.S. is to embrace the
truth that lingers in all of us but to understand him is to realize that no one
knows who we are...not even ourselves.
