Adbusters
AB 146
"The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows"
We are now looking over the brink, and what lies beyond are not negligible, sentimental shallows. But we are stuck. What can bring us away from the ledge? What can shake us out of this state of stagnancy? And what can be done to remove the worst of the rot? Where can we find the true diagnosis of our disease?
We know ourselves by the mirror that we lay before us — the mirror of art and aesthetics. And in a world that is brutalized and on fire, artists may be our best hope to navigate our wayward ship . . .
. . . out of existential despair, out of the clamor. Out of hope, a brutalist new aesthetic is emerging.
In this issue of Adbusters, we boldly ask: Can artists save the world?
AB 146
"The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows"
We are now looking over the brink, and what lies beyond are not negligible, sentimental shallows. But we are stuck. What can bring us away from the ledge? What can shake us out of this state of stagnancy? And what can be done to remove the worst of the rot? Where can we find the true diagnosis of our disease?
We know ourselves by the mirror that we lay before us — the mirror of art and aesthetics. And in a world that is brutalized and on fire, artists may be our best hope to navigate our wayward ship . . .
. . . out of existential despair, out of the clamor. Out of hope, a brutalist new aesthetic is emerging.
In this issue of Adbusters, we boldly ask: Can artists save the world?
AB 146
"The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows"
We are now looking over the brink, and what lies beyond are not negligible, sentimental shallows. But we are stuck. What can bring us away from the ledge? What can shake us out of this state of stagnancy? And what can be done to remove the worst of the rot? Where can we find the true diagnosis of our disease?
We know ourselves by the mirror that we lay before us — the mirror of art and aesthetics. And in a world that is brutalized and on fire, artists may be our best hope to navigate our wayward ship . . .
. . . out of existential despair, out of the clamor. Out of hope, a brutalist new aesthetic is emerging.
In this issue of Adbusters, we boldly ask: Can artists save the world?