I love printmaking so much I hate myself.

Occasionally I despise when artists write.... or should I say when printmakers, painters, sculptors, drawers, metal workers, fiber workers, mixed media workers, three legged animals and butterflies..... write. We are all guilty, yet somehow we, the clique ridden network of makers cannot seem to leave our pretensions at the blinking cursor. As a matter of fact, you're about to read the rantings of an artist who can't take their own aforementioned advice.

Art is dead. Technology killed it. Slowly picking off the disciplines. Photography was first. A grand opening to the age of tech everything. The slaughter of photography, reduced to pixels and CS 3,4,5, etc. Oh what I wouldn't give to sick my hands in a black bag and blindly dissect a role of film and put it into a canister. Alas, sadly it seems that sooner or later the task of putting a 4B pencil in my hand will be obsolete and crass. Instead of Home Economics teaching students how to be good homemakers, they will learn of the mythical lost arts. A history lesson from the days when people actually used their hands to make things. *gasp!*

Okay listen, (and pardon me) why the fuck do we, the creators feel the need to pigeon hole ourselves into the medium we prefer? Oh yes Alex, I'll take 'things that are completely pointless' for 1500. Umm.... who are... artists who rigidly define their medium as their sole identity and all others to be considered inferior. Come on! What is wrong with just being an artist? Who cares if the painter you shared a studio with is an elitist and always made fun of you? Screw him. How old are you? Are we so insecure in our creativity that we must feel badly about ourselves whenever another artist criticizes us or the medium we are using? What happened to art making? Have we become so jaded?

And another thing! What is up with painter envy? Just because art history is riddled with painters doesn't mean every other artist should stick their head in the sand when a painter walks in the room. There is no need for insecurity. We are artists. We do not need to be defined by our mediums. This is as preposterous as a dog being defined by the raw hide he chews. Woof, I only chew Milkbone raw hides. I'm a Milkbone-ist. Come on!

To reiterate: COME ON!!!!! This is another fine example of how society's need to put a neat little label on every goddamn thing has tricked down into the art world. And now it's seeping all over the floor. What a mess.

We do not need a revolution.

We need to make art and

Never mind the label.