Fashion Weak 04
©2015 Craig Ashby
Digital Art

Oh the shame of Fashion Week. More pseudo devil signs or middle fingers. You pick.

Seurat, look where you have brought us. When I initially started work in Photoshop and Illustrator I noticed how each filter or action comprised a genre or technique in art. From pointillism to pop, the attempt to single action the lifetimes of great artists seemed complete.

Now with a stroke you can parrot the great masters. This seems to be the true nature of the age we live in. Facsimiles of nostalgia shared endlessly. Primus covered this in their scathing Tori Amos song Year of the Parrot forever ago. But they got it wrong. It lasted much longer than a year.

On the other end, art is obsessed with expensive and overly complicated work. Machines that use the artist’s own blood to print Photoshopped and filtered images. The end result far less satisfying without knowing the mythology. Hey, you only used that one filter? Oh, it’s your own blood. Wow. But not how you want wow.

This age of the parrot extends to all forms of art. Especially cropping up in social media. The act of sharing something again and again shows a true lack of distinct and unique voices in this age. Just know I am keeping a tally.