The Creamy Revolution or How to Make Something from Nothing
Those that are humorless inspire the humor in us.
"It was vanity that fueled the revolution, freedom was only a pretense" (or some shit)
-Napoleon Boneparte
Fuck that.
Yesterday I designed a creative, yet effective (eye-catching, cool, concise) warning sign. The creamer powder for the fancy automatic coffee-drink machine ran out at work and I felt it imperative to create a disclaimer, and it was fun. I work in a creative industry, where free-thinking is paramount. And so... my tasks reflect that mindset, but always in good taste. In that spirit I drafted this little gem in a time of necessity:
NO CREAMER
SO...
NO CREAMIE
STUFF
S O R R Y
Today... it's gone,
and not just gone but REPLACED.
(I would provide a photo, but all the evidence was destroyed)
I asked a source that had been close to the incident if they knew who instigated such a swift debunking of my functionally spot-on creative expression, or for any explanation available at all. She did tell me who found the display 'disagreeable.' I can't say who (it was someone way high up the corporate ladder). My confusion and dismay was not satisfied simply by his status. I had to know WHY on earth there was such adversity to my practical work of art, and so... that is what I asked them next. The informant seemed to be concerned with my tract of questioning and tried (in vain) to discredit the motive fueling my indignation. Said insider, revealed that she over heard someone say that it should be typed, rather than hand written. This was plausible, but if that is what was proposed, then it was not implemented. The replacement sign was written on the same paper (a small post-it note) with ink as well. It was obviously not the print vs. type theory. That would be the definition of insanity. My resolve remained. Furthermore, the new note was harder to read, too wordy and tactless in design. I asked a few others about the situation and they all either clung to their ignorance like a buoy in the shark-infested water or simply skirted the issue. Nevertheless, eventually I felt that I had a pretty concrete idea about the true motive for desecration of my art. They were afraid of it, of what they perceived to be the dangerous, insidious, corrupting, and subversive nature of it. They saw a perversion of reality. I TAKE ISSUE.
This is my statement in response to acts unfounded, inconsiderate and destructive. It is a protest, and a declaration!
The only people who would find that friendly message generally offensive are not actually personally offended themselves. Males. What's more, finding it offensive is more offensive than the sign itself. What is on the mind of a man who sees perversion in every nook and cranny of a building? I am a man, and though (now that it has been declared) I can see the insipid trail of dirty thoughts that could lead to such a mistaken interpretation, I had no such degrading notions or motives to inspire my work. Also, I maintain, even after objections, that there is nothing suggestive at all, purposeful or by default. No matter. This is not the issue. The REAL issue is freedom of expression and knowing when a creation adds to the spirit (morale) of the environment it resides in or when it degrades it. Our clientele are artists, working in a field of eccentricity exposure. We only benefit from functioning on the edge, as dull as it really is. But I will not be mistaken, I too believe we should always maintain a healthy distance from uncomfortable and alienating acts, so that we can all work together, and with those who we provide services, but we must NEVER become boring, for that is the death of inspiration, therefor progress & innovation, and in-turn... gradually brings about irrelevance, unsustainability and finally... failure. This is the importance, the reason to take issue. Do not roll over in times of suppression for the pressure will only increase. To those who remain quiet, in the zen world of neutral excuse. YOU ARE NOT SAFE ON THE FENCE (that is where the mortars fall short).
"To speak the truth in a time of universal deceit is a revolutionary act" -George Orwell, 1984 (the future, now)
"It was vanity that fueled the revolution, freedom was only a pretense" (or some shit)
-Napoleon Boneparte
Fuck that.
Yesterday I designed a creative, yet effective (eye-catching, cool, concise) warning sign. The creamer powder for the fancy automatic coffee-drink machine ran out at work and I felt it imperative to create a disclaimer, and it was fun. I work in a creative industry, where free-thinking is paramount. And so... my tasks reflect that mindset, but always in good taste. In that spirit I drafted this little gem in a time of necessity:
NO CREAMER
SO...
NO CREAMIE
STUFF
S O R R Y
Today... it's gone,
and not just gone but REPLACED.
(I would provide a photo, but all the evidence was destroyed)
I asked a source that had been close to the incident if they knew who instigated such a swift debunking of my functionally spot-on creative expression, or for any explanation available at all. She did tell me who found the display 'disagreeable.' I can't say who (it was someone way high up the corporate ladder). My confusion and dismay was not satisfied simply by his status. I had to know WHY on earth there was such adversity to my practical work of art, and so... that is what I asked them next. The informant seemed to be concerned with my tract of questioning and tried (in vain) to discredit the motive fueling my indignation. Said insider, revealed that she over heard someone say that it should be typed, rather than hand written. This was plausible, but if that is what was proposed, then it was not implemented. The replacement sign was written on the same paper (a small post-it note) with ink as well. It was obviously not the print vs. type theory. That would be the definition of insanity. My resolve remained. Furthermore, the new note was harder to read, too wordy and tactless in design. I asked a few others about the situation and they all either clung to their ignorance like a buoy in the shark-infested water or simply skirted the issue. Nevertheless, eventually I felt that I had a pretty concrete idea about the true motive for desecration of my art. They were afraid of it, of what they perceived to be the dangerous, insidious, corrupting, and subversive nature of it. They saw a perversion of reality. I TAKE ISSUE.
This is my statement in response to acts unfounded, inconsiderate and destructive. It is a protest, and a declaration!
The only people who would find that friendly message generally offensive are not actually personally offended themselves. Males. What's more, finding it offensive is more offensive than the sign itself. What is on the mind of a man who sees perversion in every nook and cranny of a building? I am a man, and though (now that it has been declared) I can see the insipid trail of dirty thoughts that could lead to such a mistaken interpretation, I had no such degrading notions or motives to inspire my work. Also, I maintain, even after objections, that there is nothing suggestive at all, purposeful or by default. No matter. This is not the issue. The REAL issue is freedom of expression and knowing when a creation adds to the spirit (morale) of the environment it resides in or when it degrades it. Our clientele are artists, working in a field of eccentricity exposure. We only benefit from functioning on the edge, as dull as it really is. But I will not be mistaken, I too believe we should always maintain a healthy distance from uncomfortable and alienating acts, so that we can all work together, and with those who we provide services, but we must NEVER become boring, for that is the death of inspiration, therefor progress & innovation, and in-turn... gradually brings about irrelevance, unsustainability and finally... failure. This is the importance, the reason to take issue. Do not roll over in times of suppression for the pressure will only increase. To those who remain quiet, in the zen world of neutral excuse. YOU ARE NOT SAFE ON THE FENCE (that is where the mortars fall short).
"To speak the truth in a time of universal deceit is a revolutionary act" -George Orwell, 1984 (the future, now)