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HNS Diary 3: The Man Who Stole Nothing / الرجل الذي سرق المفيش

When Heba told me she had the prints, my first instinct was to burn them.
It had been a week since our first call concerning a series of golden silkscreen prints. She, Don and the manager of the gallery representing Heba had discovered them by accident at the Berlin Art Fair. The prints are rather unremarkable- a series of nine, subdued silkscreens of pictures taken off the internet, printed with a shimmering, golden hue. They reminded me of my grandmothers' furniture in Cairo. What they depicted, however, was very familiar to us- we had made it, and these were blatant copies of our documentation of the work on the Homeland set.
Set picture: Bottom left, next to the flag: This series does not represent the view of the artists.

What they had come across was a series by David Krippendorff entitled “This Show does not Represent the View of the Artist”, a tiny play on one of the slogans we used. I was somewhat flattered, at first, at this attempt at an homage, until I read the artists st…
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Two Minutes: Creative Industry

There are two definitions implied here: the industry of creatives, which occasionally results in things that may be termed art (even if it is cleaning the floor), the act of producing something creative.
A second reading might be a capitalist mode of production, in which creative people produce exponential amounts of content that is, or is not, creative, to retain their relevance and the attention of audiences. 
The question attached to that is: once "creatives"understand their work mainly as a form of labour, through which they earn money, and themselves as a factory, are they still producing "art", or is it design? This leads us to the difference between art and design, but that's a discussion for another day. 

Outrage(!), The Aubergine

If we live in the age of outrage, it is incumbent upon us to somehow embody that outrage symbolically. Following an anti-hate strawberry, and a long acquaintance with Watermelons, serendipity and some friendship led me to… Aubergines. So, I introduce the slow evolution of one Outrage!, the Aubergine.



Twominutes: A week in pink

I have a new favourite pen: Chalk Markers.
The guy at Overkill gave me a dirty look when asked whether they had something so… impermanent. in stock. I got comments from friends and family that I was at last cleaning my windows (window, please. I'm too lazy to clean around the windows to reach them, write on them, then clean them).

Anyway: I spent a week writing short & spontaneous ditties about weekdays on my window. This is how it went down:

Twominutes: Swipe left and ignore

Life had become much easier: Carefully conditioned over generations, people no longer made the active effort to ignore what disturbed them. Years of medial overload allowed them to look directly at something and pick out only the details that pleased them, or conformed to their worldview.

Two Minutes: Content(ed)

As time passed, the outrage faded. In stead of incredulous, angry, or disparaging comments on bombings, violations of human rights, wars, corruption, lies and/or blatant exploitation, years of conditioning led audiences (defined as: people who consume content, mostly on screens) to react to the output of content creators (independent of genre) exclusively with "Thank you for your Content". 
Everyone stopped caring after a while and all production shifted to Let's Plays of Skyrim, now playable on Sneaker Screens™®. Everyone was content, and content. 
And yes, they do share the same root, which makes a strange kind of sense: https://www.etymonline.com/word/content

Two minutes: Human Resource

: You, basically. Also: me. Possibly, but not preferably: us. Term designed to dehumanise people and reduce their value to their utility as raw material to be broken down, packaged and sold under a different brand name. Yummy when green.