Friday, November 11, 2011


I was out doing the art rounds last night on Second Thursday when someone asked me if I was the mad Art Blog spoofer so I feel now compelled to spit out the truth. No, it is not me. As critical as I am of the scene and certain favoritism by the press, (you know who you be) I want to stick to facts and positive visions. Philadelphia is moving forward but there is a ponderous, top heavy side to the arts. Instead of opening a new exciting space these organizations pay for research and form another committee. They should come straight to me and save themselves the bother. Office of Culture? It is ridiculous.


N/A said...

Yeah, we know it's not you, don't worry.


I am relieved. Several people have mentioned this. But, I'm curious. Who are you dear reader? Do you want to proof my novel about the local art world? It is a comedy about an artist who becomes famous after he commits suicide.

Phineaus Cobb said...

Yeah. I've actually heard that theory a few times. Frankly you're missing the little kernel of black-as-midnight-whoville-crushing-coal of a beating heart required for the job of artblahg.

You're not him because:

a. while you're a pessimist (good!) you're not an asshole

b. what you think is a sense of humor is an actual, honest to god sense of humor, not a screed against whatever shows up in your email inbox

c. We already know who he is. And have proof.

I'm a ghost like that artblahg dude, except actually anonymous. So, um, that's who I am, I guess.

As for your novel, sure - if you post it. I'm a ghost and don't know how to use email. Maybe I already committed suicide?