Silently Cancelled Artist
(because loudly would’ve required a spine)
I’m one of the most confusing things contemporary art-world liberals have to process. So naturally, they cancelled me… quietly, behind closed curatorial WhatsApp messages and Slack mood-boards.
* I’m white… but from Finland. That’s 5 million people, no sunlight most the year, and a national history of being a superpower punching bag.
* Straight, yes—but fine with whoever you sleep with. Just don’t mutilate kids or turn art galleries into ideological daycare centers.
* A man who defends masculinity and balance. Spent 20 years making women’s empowerment art. The kind that requires soul-level responsibility, points to the divine masculine as well, not curated gender victimhood.
* Actual survivor of mental and physical abuse. Somehow didn’t build my entire identity around it.
* Used to be liberal, but woke up—ironically—from woke. Not partisan. Just allergic to lies, no matter who’s selling them.
* Neo-liberals tried their best to ruin my life. Conservatives ghosted the arts decades ago. Libertarians are still in a Reddit thread arguing about roads. Religious folks? You get some too. And yes, I self-roast. We all need it.
* Early in crypto art. I was here before your favorite NFT hype cycle and I’ll likely be here after. Critic of its navel-gazing and soft grifts.
* Digital artist since 2008. Made complex, layered works empowering women & abstracts—ironically enraging feminists. Because... reasons.
* Built a whole bunch of undeniable—apparently deniable—things.
* Spiritual—but not dogmatic. I’ve studied cross-cultural roots of unconditional love, which—turns out—is the only kind that actually endures. I have my preference, but whatever gets you to God without turning you into a culty jackass. Atheist, agnostic, whatever—you do you. Cool by me. It’s your path of learning. But if you rejected it all at 14 and never wrestled with the ideas or the texts, respect is optional.
Basically:
I speak your language. I spot your contradictions. I cut through your script.
I rearrange narratives, bring creative fire, and shine light inconvenient corners.
You know, what an artist is supposed to do.
So instead of engaging, you whisper behind the scenes—label me, freeze me out, and hope I disappear.
Meanwhile, I keep building.
Keep creating.
And when the tide inevitably turns… I still won’t be as shitty to you
as you’ve been to me. Why? Cause I know karma is a bigger bitch than you.
Most lines above are a cancellable offense to the high priesthood of contemporary art, so they probably refer to me as Satan.
Which is funny—because I was clearly sent to test them.
Even if it’s whose actions, do you think, that should be in question?
1/1 on Series: ”Things You Think and Believe but Can’t Say Inside the Arts"
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