This shit is not easy. But instead of a host of blogs, Artballistics is going to have one feed. I will be looking into using Patreon and see if this concept can run somewhat on donations. The idea is content every week, but that is not going to happen unless I do it myself, and offer others curation. When this site is running, it actually has a lot of clicks - I guess, because it is rather unique, and well, insistent. I will be starting the work on the site tomorrow, and will post a date for relaunch.
Who else here is a fucked up narcissist?
It helps if you don’t create something like this while still trying to claw your way out of a personal crisis, or indeed, if you’re still poor as fuck. I can check both those boxes. Then again, this site is already full of lush stuff, art critique, middle fingers and social conscience. Show me where else I can go to get that, because I trawl the net and come up short.
My problem has always been, that I am a photographer’s photographer, and well, I’m obnoxious (perceived…) and sometimes quite the Eminem of photography - I like to point at the big elephant in the room, that everyone ignores, and that gets you enemies. It also affords you a lot of time on your own, alone, as people shun you, both irl and online (old news). Well, not totally true - on the net they tip toe around your platforms, careful not to let you know, that they are checking your stuff out. Which is sort of pathetic, but there you go.
This, btw, did not do very well on Instagram - and you can see why - the light control is awful and it is such a non evocative image.
Well, fuck moderation. Zaarchasm was already lurking in the shadows, and I’ve been making excuses for what or who I am. No reason for that - I’ve had a bad conscience since Kujaja and 500px, I even sometimes ask myself if it was necessary. It was. Maybe I, more than anyone else, got the worst treatment by my fellow photographers. I never understood that - for what? For calling out vitriolic behaviour and people? For insisting on genres, for calling out shallow behaviour or shit photography? I ran head first into the fact, that most people, when it comes to their craft, have become curling babies. ‘To each their own’ is the prayer of the talentless.
Well, you know what ‘artist’? That which cannot stand critique is false. So fuck your glossy shit, fuck your bay area shots, fuck your long exposure, fuck your truckload of gear (you talentless fucking nerd), fuck your automatic release - no wait, because that is what this is about, isn’t it? Your release. Jerk off.
/Zaarchasm.