Donkey Baby Parasol and Cuteism

I have absent mindedly misplaced the handy little cord fellow that connects my shitty old camera to my shitty old laptop, and as such I cannot share with you this painting I've recently finished where an octopus is in love with an eggplant. Instead, I'll share this:


Magnificent! I also have some other lovely photo tidbits to share, such as the beginning of project crabnotes. (Should it be Project Crab-Notes, or Project Crabnotes? Crab Notes?)

Without the lack of visual aids not stolen from the interwebs, I must mention something that's been on my mind since my discovery of the vast and miraculous land of Etsy some six months ago (late to the party, I know).


I shall get into it in greater detail at some point, (for in some notebook somewhere, late one drunken evening I'm sure, I wrote volumes on the subject) but basically it's the concept of organizing all the artists of delicious cuteness into an actual "movement." "Movements," though the word shares a definition with shitting, have been quite effective throughout history in creating the hype and buzz necessary to be taken seriously and become truly profitable. Not that it's about profit (it's about groupies and sex). This particular strain of art has, when buyers are easily exposed to whatever genre they wish as they now are with Etsy, has risen to fantastic popularity. But the popularity seems to end at Etsy's front door.

I'm not taken seriously when I show someone a painting of a big eyed little lady and her floating sheep and call myself an artist. I'm patted and patronized. This is absurd! All the whimsical, the cute, the sickeningly adorable, the slightly surreal, the stylized animals, the big floating eyes, the unspeakably vomitrociously precious - UNITE! (with this, the writer thrusts her fist into the air and soils herself.)


And this isn't to say, of course, that the cute doesn't have a darker side. Nay, I believe that the wonderfully subtle, but not entirely hidden depth and darkness that so much of the cuteness holds is vital.

When did I start using words like "nay?"

Cuteism. Perhaps? I thought of Etsyism, but I don't want to destroy that word for all those who don't hold the ideals of preciousness, nor for those who make things other than art.

"Cutesim" doesn't seem to be widely used for anything else.

What say you my dear readers? Should I cut back on the wine? Or does this sound a wee bit interesting?

Cuteism?

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