Month: October 2020

Hey, fellow hip-hop heads and dirty trappers! I wrote and produced a rap song last night/this morning. This was my first time producing a song and rapping but I think it’s pretty iconic. I wanted to reclaim the masculinity that’s associated with the rap scene that’s overwhelming pop music today. Why does it have to be straight? Mama this is gay masculinity.

I take on a hypermasculine character in this song to satirize the toxic masculinity that prevails in this genre of music. There’s also this crazy huge population of gay men that are overly wrapped up in their masculinity performance; you see a lot of things on Grindr/dating apps like “masc for masc” or guys who are “straight acting.” Bruh. If you were straight acting you wouldn’t be looking to suck dick right now, Jerry. I think a lot of closeted men put up a hypermasculine front to compensate for their internalized homophobia. Shit, a lot of out men do this. So homophobia is rampant even in the gay community. Sis, it’s not right.

It all stems from this notion that straight men are masculine and gay men are feminine (and WOMAN = BAD). This song is my protest.

I’m definitely considering making a music video for this and having it play in one of those dark little gallery cubicles.

Lyrics

dick pics, armpits, gay shit

(chorus)

monochrome aesthetic for my instagram

hair done nails done spray tan

i’m so gay i’m a straight man

suck so much dick that it’s straight man

pop a lot of pills and they all red

fuck a twink and finish on his forehead

i’m so gay i’m a straight man

i’m a big boy i only fuck real men

I’m so gay that i play sports

only so that i can wear short shorts

in the locker room i go hardcore

looking for a man who got them abs like a washboard

i’m so gay i like chikcen wings

watching football games with an ipa

got the real bros on either side of me

touchdown chicken aint the only meat im gonna eat

got a backwards cap

and a grindr pic

in my new jockstrap

im a wide reciever

but if homie cute

ima throw it to him

like a quarterback

i’m so gay that it’s ironic

got a new tote bag and i rock it

i’m iconic

only like capitalism that says gucci on it

and i got that white boy sound

never trust a straight cause i’m straight outta gaytown

Chorus

wake up early just to hit the gym

arms much bigger than my cousin Jim’s

pump iron take a lot of supplements

dumbbells are my doctor and my medicine

dick so big i’m a folktale

homie sippin on it like a fucking cocktail

you know i fucked a lotta bitches and they all male

i’m so gay that i broke the fucking kinsey scale

uterus? clitoris?

why you so mysterious

i dont wanna fuck up in a hole that gets a period

i just wanna hang out with the boys and eat tortilla chips

all my homies changed their name to george cause they so curious

weekends when we get it poppin homie

take it all off cause this is a private party

all my boys taking turns pinball

so many studs in this house need some drywall

gay boys

straight boys

i dont care

we can call it whatever that pretty mouth prefer

you know real straight men only suck dick

haven’t touched a pussy since the day that i came out it

Chorus

Outro

Here’s what I showed at my crit last Friday. I’ve been producing a lot of work so I chose to curate a solo exhibition from the work I’ve made in September and October.

It’s no secret that I’ve been focusing on exploring new media in grad school. But how could I show my scattered work while maintaining a recognizable identity and strong point of view? That was the central question I asked while curating work for this show. Could a collection of work like this, however divided across media boundaries, represent my singular expression of self?

Of course, humour is a thread that runs through most of my work. I’ve been telling this ongoing joke through the deliberately low craft of my work: we expect to see “high art” in a white cube gallery space, and I subvert that by showing low brow work in these spaces. The way I see it, high art and low craft exist on a kind of continuum that all art can be placed on.

Great. That’s some Art 101 Intro to White Men shit. I’m interested in investigating the phenomenon of work that is so far left on the spectrum that it’s considered good art. There’s some kind of agreed upon (not between everyone, but between enough people) level of low craft that for some reason gets called things like “free” and “uninhibited” instead of “heaping piles of garbage.” It’s how high end galleries get filled with pop art of Daffy Duck shitting out money. So what is that? How can I reproduce it? More importantly: does this mean that the spectrum is not a spectrum at all? Perhaps it’s more of a circle, where good art and bad art meet ends and are in essence the same thing.

I chose only diptychs for this show, attributing an underlying binary system to the collection’s internal logic. In my mind this mirrors the intrinsic logic of good/bad art that we so desperately want to place onto any kind of artwork. It’s so much easier to categorize a work than to have to actually engage with it.

Yet, the pairs tend to trouble the idea of good binaries. A piece of white bread and a bagel are probably more similar than they are different. At the end of the day, they are really the same thing — in the same way that me posing for a headshot and my photoshopped alien-acid-trip head represent IRL/abstract digital realities but are both just images of myself. I’ve created a series of fake binaries with these works, questioning the good/bad art divide.

So is our world really so rigid that we can continue to rely on the binaries we socially construct? Moving forward, can we use the same systems of categorization to tackle ongoing global issues? I don’t know man, I just nail bagels into walls.

Some things that I’m eager to explore looking forward are: what else is so bad it’s good (reality tv, children’s paintings or childlike art, and junk food come to mind); how does the binary code that our current technology is based on bleed into our non-tech lives; and, more logistically driven, how can I make work like this appear as a legitimate commodity to art consumers?

Thanks for looking at these words with your eyeballs. Matty out.

What’s up Youtube. Lately I’ve been working on some digital collage. I’ve been really interested in making super irrational images that lean on the combination of things that come from impromptu google searches. As well, I’ve been using some of the automated processes in Photoshop like content-aware fill and the distort filters. In both of these processes the question remains: what happens when man (if we can call him that) and the Algorithm come together to make art? AI is creeping more and more into our human lives, so perhaps using it as a tool illuminates the human-machine relationship that guide our online (and, increasingly offline) interactions. The Algorithms for Google search, Instagram explore, and Pornhub suggestions control what we can and cannot see. Yet, as users we’re made to be delusional in thinking that all of the information in the world is at our fingertips. Of course, we do have control over what we see to an extent, at the discretion of our Algorithm overlords. Maybe I’m a crazy conspiracy theorist. Either way I hope these images cure your psoriasis.

When we throw craft hierarchies out the gallery door, who are contemporary artists but philosophers? I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the first line of Plato’s Republic: “I went down to the Piraeus…” Socrates descends from his high and mighty dwellings to speak with the people — the working people of the Piraeus, the port of Athens. In order to really think of what the perfect city could be like Socrates cannot stay pent up in the realm of his intellectual existence. It’s simply not enough for him to jerk off his peers and write books for the peasants. He must turn to the people and do the hard work of beginning his thinking in complicated (and looooong) discourse. It’s no coincidence that Plato starts his big bad book of philosophy this way. Plato’s philosophy is about society, it is for society, and so it comes from society. 

So what is art if it doesn’t come from society? Bad, probably. Who is art for if it’s not for the people of the Piraeus? Keith Haring’s first semester at the SVA was probably a lot more successful than mine here, because in his journal he wrote: “The public has a right to art/ The public is being ignored by most contemporary artists/ Art is for everybody” Prolific words that launched his successful career and stardom; I couldn’t agree more with Keith. 

It seems to me the “art world” (read: rich white collectors) are primarily interested in art that is too hard to access for the people of the Piraeus. It’s a power thing. If they understand a work of art that no peasant could, it reinforces the intellectual gap between them. It justifies the exploitation of the working class that is necessary to amass huge amounts of wealth. This is not possible without the dehumanization of the worker.  

Don’t get me wrong — I want to make it in the art world. I have skin in the game. But if 2020 isn’t a time for the art world to make changes, when is? I want to make art that escapes the pretension of artmaking. David Byrne’s film True Stories really changed me when I first saw it because it so delicately walked the line between celebration and satirization. I want to make work that takes after that — it’s observational, it’s intuitive, it’s quick-witted, and more than anything it’s funny. So what does artwork for the people look like? Can I sell that to the art world, or do I have to weasel my way towards an uncharted career trajectory?

Here’s a digital collage that I made this morning. It’s chicken nuggets overlaid on a page of gay Pornhub. I’m not sure what it is or what it means, but it really clicks intuitively for me. There’s comedy, there’s an investigation of bodies and food, there’s a spectacle for voyeurism, there’s queer culture, and there’s a question about the globalization of chicken nuggets as fast, available, and familiar food. I think there are a lot of elements that someone could grab onto here and feel like they “got it” while keeping the mystery of work alive. I’m thinking about blowing this image up to a large scale. It might take viewers to an Andy Warhol reference in its grid. There’s something interesting there about the fetishization of queer culture and the queer artist. I often feel like I’m overperforming my queerness to prove myself as a valid queer artist — as if sucking dick isn’t enough to get you into the elite group. I think that kind of gaying it up exists in a Byrneian state of celebration and satirization. I question if the gay porn element here is really even significant. I defaulted to gay porn because it’s what I consume. Consume. That’s a good word for it. Maybe the title of the work.