Portrait of a Kicked Ass

You take intellectual risks. You talk to people and ask if they want to contribute.

You meet people all the time and they become your peers. You are part of this little think tank.

You have ideas, as an artist, about artistic problems that nobody gives a shit about. You meet people all the time. You aren’t an artist yourself, they say.

You are abroad. You are abroad in this fucking little think tank. You take intellectual risks. You move. It takes hours to negotiate your place.

You fuck an announcement for the media, and you thank people for being there.

But you also remix. You write for subsidies, and you thank those academics. It takes hours to negotiate your place. It’s a great excuse for not paying attention to all the thoughts you have.

But you take intellectual risks about your reflections about artistic problems. You are a clown. Just kidding.

Then you make a solo exhibition. It took hours to negotiate your place, and you’d better thank god and invite him to a fucking boring party, to get drunk and make a group exhibition. Then you become peers.

So fuck off. Don’t tell me what meaning means. Means with a “b” instead of an “m” is beans. But you continue to develop your thought your way. Just kidding again.

You aren’t an artist yourself, they say. So, you are a co-clown, in this fucking amazing group exhibition.


Pedro Barreiro