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There will be less and less trust between the artist and the society. The former will always be intimidated by the latter, struggling against manipulation. Society will be in permanent search of new / other ways of imposing its own ideology upon the artist. In such situation, what will intensify is the idiosyncratic inclusion of the artist in creative forms which are difficult to understand, in which cynicism and irony become inevitable. Therefore, Marcel Duchamp will still be the focus of interest.
Globalization as a form of centralist thought or other neo-forms of colonialism will expand proportionally to the power of powerful countries, but anyway, it will be in progress, thus confronting the small ones and the big ones, rusting away the resistance of individual thought. In spite of the knowledge that differences in art are its essence and richness, they cannot be preserved in the quantity, form and quality seen in past centuries. Hence, the erosion of the individual and its fusion into the common is inevitable - it is parallel, but not part of the economic, monetary, and political leveling. We may conclude: there will be less and less individualists. However, they will be fierce, radical and not in congruence with social structures.
I think that, contrary to this dimensionally modest resistance, there will be an increase in the mass presence of a soft variation of action, which I call a contact art. It goes on even today, not on a state, ideological, high level, but on the level of art ghettoes, small creative enclaves that cherish a social dimension in the communication among artists, curators, and the public. Although they can be seen as an extension of the spirit of Andy Warhol's Factory, these micro spaces associate us to the Marxian "curse": one day all of us will become creators. In the second direction as well, the tendency of melting what separates us from the other/the others, i.e., the phrase: EVERYTHING IS ALIKE - or: ALL OF US ARE ALIKE, is terminologically denoted as the entropy of art. IN ADDITION, IT IS ABSURD, UNBELIEVABLE. SOMETHING IN WHICH WE CANNOT BELIEVE, can we?
Sonja Abadzieva
Skopje, Macedonia
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