"When arts die, they turn into hobbies."

[tachin1]

@popobawa4u

This, I think, is not the case. Many things cannot be commodities, but in a culture where market activity is construed as a measure of existence, only that which can be commodified can be recognized as real.

I was just making the point that you can buy useful things for little money:
http://www.walmart.com/ip/40709262?productRedirect=true
Or you can buy the same useful thing made to look old and decrepit for a lot more money:
http://www.walmart.com/ip/Rustic-Copper-3-piece-Planter-Set/41633380

The perceived aesthetic value (the domain of art) being the main difference, not the utility.

[OtherMichael]

Continuing the discussion from A beginner’s guide to the Redpill Right:

@WalterPlinge

Well, the key difference seems to be that Redpillers don’t actually make anything. I don’t think pickup artists count as actual artists.

Well, they make trouble?

And they seem to be making #GamerGate noise.

What about a Hunger Artist?

[WalterPlinge]

In that case, I too am an artist. Just this morning, I produced a very compelling piece in the toilet. Some may consider my work secondary, but I poured my very being into it.

Admittedly, my efforts do not have a broad following, so I should probably classify myself as a “craftsman”.

[daneel]

Are they not Pickup Artistes?

Pickup Artists make things like this, surely? Although this particular example is a bit chocolate-boxey for my tastes.

[OtherMichael]

I was searching for Piero Manzoni when I found this (which includes a ref to PM’s BMs [Md’A]):

Poop Culture: 11 Examples of Excellent Excrement Art

[WalterPlinge]

That rabbit is deranged. Anyway, making art in the shape of poop is a perversion of the form. Anyone can produce something that looks like shit, but it requires a true visionary to take that one extra step.