The Art Market’s Blur

There's only one kind of art I know with strains: advertising. But for some reason, art has to be considered such for someone else's opinions, trends, experts, and all those journey points that the art game involves. True, artists need income to survive and keep creating, and that brings economy and finances, marketing, and the rest of the variables of the equation, which in the end make art a business. William Turner knew it well.

When I create, I don’t chase the market either. I chase the light. Sometimes it’s a trembling orange pulse, sometimes a fractured reflection that refuses to behave. I learnt from Turner something he understood: art is not meant to be sold as a product; it’s meant to be felt as a vibration. That’s why I find in Turner’s late works a kindred spirit, not in form, but in fire. His paintings are storms on canvas, emotions dissolved in light and motion. He painted the impossible: the blur of perception itself.

J. M. W. Turner, Rain, Steam and Speed-The Great Western Railway, 1844

Now, art doesn't happen in a "market", it takes place inside the emotions and mind of the creator and is meant to be passed directly to the viewer's gaze to be experienced and decoded by their own senses and thinking process. I don't mean disrespect, I write this with the clarity that the allegory can give, it's the same relationship between god and the believer, there should be no interference, no "paperwork", just the human being and god, just the human being and art.

the art market’s blur