At present this painting hangs above the fireplace mantel at Fuel Gallery. It borrowed the honor from “Seedlings” by Alexey Stepanov. After it sells, I will give “Badger and Book” by Michael Flanagan winter right of way for the coveted spot.
Late capitalism deems us “consumers” because so many baby boomers and their spawn studied the social sciences in college, and economics sneaked in somehow as a worthy subject of study. The national radio host talks about the “consumer” class as if there is another class not consuming. Ecologically, all humans are tertiary consumers, and that’s how I remember the term from grade school. Like cave people, I ate meat and vegetables whenever they were placed before me. Except boiled spinach from a box. I’d starve in a tar pit before eating that Popeye lie!
Consumption is a biological function that fuels any life worth living, whether dinosaur, fish, or human being existence. It is real fuel, necessary to life, but that’s it. Now live.
The radio host spoke about tariffs on China and the struggle for dollar stores in the United States. A fifteen minute slot for millions of people to be propagandized into thinking that dollar-a-bag outdated pretzels are a necessary convenience to the consumer, like any rotting carcass on the path of a hungry Tyrannosaurus Rex—we cannot live without them because we are too stupid to not be dependent on the death of life—which a dollar store most certainly is.
So let’s stop using government words to talk about the stuff we like after acquiring food, shelter, raiment, and fuel. If our parents and guardians were half decent, all the necessaries have been supplied initially, and lessons taught and studied for their future acquisition.
The U.S. and Chinese governments, and their oligarchy swindlers deem you consumer as if these entities were providers, like immortal gods and devils. They don’t want you to spend your labor on a true luxury item, (i.e., a painting for your fireplace mantle). Obsolescence is the factory plan and you are just one in a billion protagonists trading your labor and creativity for their macroeconomic dystopia. I offer a painting today to save you from the T-Rexes. Recent studies show the latter ate their own kind when their own kind was breathing its last breath. So too, the businessmen of Wall Street, and the hyper-masculine greed that marks the dollar store an advancement of the age. They eat us, but only because we’ve pushed art and artist out of our lives, and expect to be fed by a poor mommy and daddy replacement.
Not necessary to be a dancer to appreciate this beautiful painting for a lifetime. More study into economics, on a micro level, can change your tastes and improve society. Let’s say you have thirty years to live, and this painting costs $300 (shipping and handling included). How much does this cost you a day, like a bag of pretzels costs the manufactured consumer class at the ubiquitous dollar store(s)?
x(cost) • 365(30) = 300.00
x = 2.7 cents a day. Let’s round up to 3 cents per day to possess fine art for a lifetime.
Now at death day you can leave it to your progeny, and if they loved you, then the price goes down, more and more, for each future generation that loved its forbears better than a cannibal T-rex could comprehend while crunching through the collar bone of its Aunt Martha.
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