Third, the artist occupies a peculiar place in class structure. Working with our hands we are laborers. And yet, by expending a great amount of time and materials creating ostensibly useless objects, we are wastrels, dilettantes, connoisseurs. The artist functions at once as a déclassé laborer and as a decadent god. Either way the discomfort associated with mucking about in the dirt is pushed as far away as possible.
— Jessica Stockholder, “Art & Labor” (via imitating-life)
Leave us alone without books and we shall be lost and in confusion at once.
— from “Notes from Underground” by Fyodor Dostoevsky (via clubdenni)