Posts Tagged Chosen One
Celebrities are like Greek Gods… they live in a world of power and privilege that us mere mortals can only dream about. Also many of them are getting beards these days. And several were in that film Clash of the Titans.
But, just like the Greek Gods, they often abuse their power and fame.
Kanye West did this while I was away.
Kanye began using Twitter and decided to follow just one person, at random. He chose an anonymous 19 year old from Coventry, Steve Holmes. He knew that this would change the boy’s life immediately, giving him a taste of the life of a god.
But he did this without preparing the boy by first asking his permission, sending him a warning or letting some slutty goddess come and give him a horse with wings. Steve hated the sudden media attention he got.
Why did Kanye do this? To amuse himself.
I decided it was high time for some Revenge Art on behalf of this Steve Holmes. This time the target had to be celebrities and Twitter.
And there is no greater Twitter celebrity than British national treasure @StephenFry.
How would Stephen FRY feel if he was treated/tweeted as carelessly as Steven HOLMES was? How would this Greek God like being randomly chosen by the slings and mouse arrows (WORDPLAY ALERT!!) of fortune to have their life turned around?
I, @heidi_regan, a small time and beginner tweeter (representing small time tweeter Steve Holmes), began following @StephenFry the giant celebrity (representing Kanye West). I did this completely out of the blue and WITHOUT WARNING.
The results were almost immediate! Within only 20 minutes of my choosing to follow him Stephen Fry was SWAMPED with 1,653,675 followers! A week later and he had 20,000 more! Another week and it was almost 40,000 more!
I hadn’t thought to check his follower numbers before I added him but I would assume it was no more than 400 or so because no one has many more friends than that. Not to mention the fact that lots of people don’t like the internet (I find it condescending).
I can only imagine the anguish Stephen is now going through as he tries to understand and cope with this sudden explosion of attention and fame. So I will imagine it.
I have also represented it in art.
To portray my attack on the destructive Greek Gods I have created this sculpture of a triumphant Perseus killing the Medusa. Perseus was, like me, a mortal who slew a powerful god/followed them on Twitter.
Also Medusa was a goddess who was both beautiful and ugly, like fame, and she had hair that would have been very difficult to manage, like celebrities.
Actually I just remembered that Perseus was meant to be part God. This could be said to imply that I also am part god/the chosen one, which is very flattering, thank you.
First allow me to apologise for the art hiatus. I was hacked… sad emoticon. My website disappeared.
I don’t want to write any angry comments about this. I don’t even want to repeat what the hacker named themselves as I don’t want to draw the Eye of the Hacker back to my fragile site so I will simply refer to them as He Who Shall Not Be Named. Oh that’s Voldemort… which makes me Harry Potter, which makes me the Chosen One. Again? Weird.
Luckily the news politely stopped while I was unable to report it.
But who actually hacked it?
Good question, Heidi. Well I don’t want to point any fingers here, I only want to make specific accusations…
So why is it that IMMEDIATELY after I made slight criticism of the Anonymous Artist’s most recent artwork my website was hacked?! If this is the reason then this is NOT the way to deal with criticism of your work.
All I’m saying is that whenever someone negatively criticizes my artwork (this never happens), I handle it more constructively. I merely go alone into my studio and write on pieces of paper the Winston Churchill quote, ‘Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.”
I write this 2000 times over until the monotony of the task has wiped the memory of all the constructive criticism from my head and hence it is like they never said it. Ergo I win!
(I then papier mache the papers into cannonballs and shoot them from my Love Gun at the critic’s windows, to show them I took what they said on board, before I erased it from my memory).
Seeing as they are still (though I am loathe to say it) an artist, I decided to convey to the Anonymous Artist the pain their hacking caused me through art. Hence I made this sculpture, which I call ‘Pain and anguish’.
I think the turmoil I felt is quite clear here. I apologise for the confronting imagery. Clearly it’s a very violent and emotional piece but as you can see I was quite upset.
There is nothing sadder than someone who can’t distinguish between reality and fantasy. Over the weekend I built this large group of skyscrapers.
This was in response to a sad tale of a British soap actor being attacked in a pub for something his TV character had done.
His delusional assailant could not separate real life and TV, his dream world and waking life.
This pathetic story made me think about how we often walk through life in a day dream, never stopping to examine what is truth and what is lie… or are a lies. It is just like in the Matrix when Morpheus asks…
‘Have you ever had a dream, Keanu, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream, Keanu? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world? ‘
I wanted to ensure I didn’t become like this poor, delusional man who attacked the actor. Hence I built these skyscrapers to mirror the ones Morpheus used to teach Neo to free his mind.
I then attempted to jump between them and bend gravity, something Morpheus teaches we can do when we stop confusing fiction and reality.
When I woke up in hospital I could only assume I made the jump and, as no one ever makes the first jump, this attracted the attention of evil Agents and they attacked me, putting me in hospital. How else would I have got all these bruises and broken bones?
But also if I was able to survive an Agent attack, this indicates I may be the next Chosen One.
In conclusion, confusing fiction for reality is a terrible and dangerous thing to do. Also if Hugo Weaving asks if you have seen me recently, please tell him he just missed me. Maybe also mention that as lord of the Elves he shouldn’t be so violent!