I'm so but so relieved that in this modern days where seemingly any idiot can call herself an artist and brag about how many pageview and likes she has is what matters instead of her own skill prowess.
All over the world, critics and professionals alike are slowy calling out these self-proclaimed "geniuses" who go around the museums, galleries, and internet communities talking of how great artists they are despite the fact that you need to: 1) get an explanation of what are you supposed to see; 2) and stare at the shit you have in front for like a week or two to finally "get it".
When I read Avelina's Lesper last talk at college students, I recall all these times I have seen here whatever hopeless, celebrity-wannabe get his ass kissed over and over again by pretty much horny, or stupid kids. And acting all high about it. If you don't worship their shit, you´re branded an idiot for not spending that much time looking at something trying to realise what the guy meant.
I have got to be honest, I do know what real art is and what real art is not. I have drawn myself things that makes me feel proud when I look at them, because I can do look at what makes them great. Managing to get the right shade of blur after hours or days of hard work to make something look a little bit more real, and a little less amateurish doesn't need to be explained to people. You can see it. You can see it in Hyperrealist artist creating genuine life in picture which leave you breathless without the need for the guy to stand next to them explaining to you why should be breathless.
I have witnessed works of art made by genuine professionals who leave me astoniushed in awe because of how well they handled what they were trying to do. Look at a Expressionist paint where the colours mimic the real shades of light and shadows while on a surrealist, simplistic version of a church is what I can tell is art. And not one shitty picture of yet another bastardized version of the same stupid animal mix many a kid will have to tell you what is in the it to get it. But in the end, it all looks like the same Don Bluth Ripoff with the same snout.
It's weird, when you take something, and successfully manage to mold it into something truly yours, using the intelligence and knowledge you are meant to display, you can actually make something which looks different to whatever person can do. So, to use a burned-out example: Warhammer 40000. There is a template, a single armor design allowing people to customize them in such endless ways where you can hardly see a lookalike design when you put a bunch of competent artist side. Despite pulling the first sip from the same dwell, you will find that they will flavour with uncountable amounts of themes and references from all over the world. Or they can create brand new ones out of sudden.
But that's the point. On one side, you got the people with the knowledge and the skills. On the other side, you got a bunch of idiots using the same 3D-render, with the same textures, and the same templates to make hundres of lookalikes and then get their asses buttkissed by the lowest common denomiator, a.k.a. a horny loser who will worship his spank-fodder source thinking that it will either grant him special priviledges, or at least be part of something. Besides furiously fapping to the pretense of boobs. Or dicks. Or the chance of passing up as a smart person because they "can" see what the secret message that feeble peasants can´t see in a random spot. So random that not even the guy who did it had any control on where and how was that stain supposed to be like.