When confronted with the question what do I get from this blog, except for the intellectual and moral satisfaction, it took me a while to figure out the answer. After all, regretfully, I am not making any money from it. People seem to enjoy my ideas, humour, cats, you name it, without any consideration of the effort put into creating this fun content. Somehow, it looks quite off hand, a slight of finger on a keyboard, to simply conjure the black rows on a screen. With some visuals to go.
And I am certainly not unique in that. The web is awash with a wonderful quality content masterpieces which are given for free.
Has the technology trivialised creativity so much, rendering it almost worthless?
How come that even today, only the plastic physical art – painting and sculpture – seems to continue enjoying appreciation and a lofty, elevated, status worthy of connoisseur admiration and collection? Jeff Koons’ banal balloons
or phallic obsessions are a value proof investment for the ‘savvy’ art gamblers?
What about Tracey Emin’s Dirty Bed (littered with used condoms, knickers, blooded menstrual pads etc)? Which Saatchi bought at the time for 150,000 quid? It is going on auction in NY later this year and rumoured to fetch way above $ million.
Hey, I’ll sell you mine, complete with cat fur (one of them – pedigree), for half that price! 🙂 A real bargain, for sure.
So decomposing, weird presumptuous obsessions are priced at millions and eternal, ever evolving thought is…. what?
Isn’t it time to recognise blogs for what they truly are: an authentic reflection of human perpetually transforming ingenuity – an intellectual and spiritual asset, meriting collection and curation . And yes, definitely worth investing!