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[walonde]

Honestly not a fan of "death of the author" or "separate the art from the artist" at all. Creative work to me feels inseparable from the mindset that made it. If the artist sucks, either drop the work or accept that you like something made by an asshole. You can't just retcon a real person. If you love the work of some racist prick and just pretend they're a nonentity, wouldn't you have to accept the racist prick doing the same to a poc artist? You see how this standard can get weird and uncomfortable?

Most importantly, the mentality that a creative work belongs more - or even ONLY - to its fans as they see fit is a mentality that feeds straight into the putrid slopculture we're now so mired in.

"The artist doesn't matter"

"Artists are replaceable"

"Art is a free resource as soon as you can find it on google"

"The truest purpose of art is to facilitate the easier generation of more art"

Can you see how certain characteristics of fandom overlap with the ugly 2020s landscape of regurgitated omnimonetized Disney gruel or the insatiable entitlement of the generative AI techdouche cult?

I just keep seeing a lot of people now vehemently against the concept of intellectual property, at the same time that they agree creators should be able to sue OpenAI. Unfortunately, copyright laws are the only reason the slopmakers are technically not allowed to do what they're doing, so yes, art has to be able to belong to the artist on some level and this kind of needs to be unconditional.

This isn't about making fanart or fanfiction for personal fun, but there's a fine line even there. There are many different ways the human at the heart of a creative work can be diminished. It's only in collaborative work that it gets completely grey.

[walonde]

[walonde]

*does five minutes of work* ok now i deserve a three week break. No consequences please 👍

[walonde]

For sale: ship of theseus

Condition: used, like new

[walonde]

Caught between the irresistible nerd impulse to brag that I've been into [artist] since before it was cool and the undeniable reality that the principal reason [artist]'s early work is obscure is because it sucks ass.

[walonde]

honestly i think im good without that thanks

[walonde]

[walonde]

anyway I was having this very vivid and unaccountably funny dream about what I suppose you would call a heist crew, except their MO was less about stealing and more about breaking into rich shitheads' houses to throw absolute ragers and trash the place and then disappear into the night. it was all very sleek and admittedly even sexy but the main thing I remember about this dream is that the leader of the group, who's exactly the kind of smooth young hotshot you think he is, was always in the process of getting spectacularly dumped at these parties. always a different woman. months of planning and stress and then when he should be in his element kicking back, accepting congratulations on all sides, man of the hour, he's getting dumped. again. and his whole crew is watching with a very low amount of sympathy because they love the guy but ooooh they know better than anyone that he deserves this. what the fuck was my subconscious cooking with this.

[walonde]

[walonde]

give him soup.

[walonde]

[walonde]

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

[walonde]

yoou guys wont be laughing when i suddenly collapse unconscious and have to be taken to the hospital. then youll all see <- normal thought process to have while doing anything i dont want to

[walonde]

thinking about the ethics of prophecy and its role as a narrative tool of coercion and control again

[walonde]

[walonde]

Love from loss WIP 2024

So you remember those pockets I wove into this fabric couple months ago? Back then I was charmed by the idea that I could hide a small item in there - I could give this fabric a secret that is part of its structure and impossible to get out unless you break the fabric itself.

So I wrote this little poem, a gentle call out for being curious enough to break my beautiful hand woven linen fabric and messaged my lovely sculptor/jewel smith friend.

Yesterday we were finally able to realize my vision! These tiny bronze plaques are made to hide in the fabric - peeking through shiny enough that you see that there is something there to tease at your imagination but - impossible to get out or read without breaking it.

[walonde]

I just noticed they're in the wrong windows this is unwatchable