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"you don't see too many heroes described as degenerate, now, do you?" 

is a stray line that entered my mind this evening and connected a three-way spark between:

a) that sort-of-irrational grudge (not-so-irrational alienation?) I've always had towards simplistic "clean" protagonists, and how you never-ever see somebody visibly disabled from birth that's still messy-but-sympathetic ("injuries" always easier to thematically write off as earned, rather than deformed which is usually airbrushed away in the inspiration porn sense),

b) lingering feelings about why leather, kink, (and tangentially, villainspace, hacker vibes) still resonates with me as aesthetics, affinities precisely because they are very much "moral decay", rebeliousness, debauchery in some people's eyes. in other words ...see above.

c) the recent news that a school library banned Maus (of all graphic novels), and how all of this scrubbing of messy works feels very sickeningly inevitable if you've been anywhere near the 'vaguely controversial art space' for the last four years.

(this might become an essay soon)

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 "How do you as a creator and consumer think about separating the art from the artist or death of author/artist types of situations? What is the personal inflection/infection point, if there is one, when creator and creation are too intertwined?" meibatsu

 

My thoughts here aren't nearly as well articulated as your question alone; so my apologies if the next few bits are all over the place, and not at all up to the caliber of art critique / theory 101 x)  believe it or not I actually get quite intimidated by the topic (despite technically going to "art school", i've never once had a class or reading on interpreting art).
 

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