Art is hard

CAREERS + ED ISSUE: It's up to our artists to save the Bay Area from becoming like everywhere else -- if they can hang in there. Hang in there!

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marke@sfbg.com

It's gotten so that I'm terrified of my own Facebook. Every time I refresh, it seems another artist is leaving the city. Last month alone it was two drag queens, a photographer, a painter, a couple writers, a gaggle of DJs, a singer. And actors, always actors. There have been fabulous farewell parties or simply abrupt messages. "I just bought a house in Austin." "Think I'm gonna love Seattle." "Chicago's where my head's at now." "Any hookups with Bushwick collectives?"

You've got to feel some sort of perverse pride: People are actually moving to Brooklyn because it's so hard to survive as an artist here! We win, I guess?

I'm going to get something out of the way here: Despite all the editorial handwringing and clickbait trend posts and parachuting-in journalists and $5 toasts, there is still plenty of art going on here. There's too much, really, if you can believe it. It's my job to try to keep track of every arty thing, and most mornings I go to bed weeping over 10-20 things I missed.

[Don't believe it? Check out this week's special series of stories on visual artists, musicians, filmmakers, and other folks who are navigating the changing scene and still making a living from their art in the city.]

Art in the Bay Area, especially, has a particularly elastic definition — we celebrate every kind of inspired expression: Burning Man art cars, robotic porn, ironic Pong hacks, random street dancing, banging on upturned mop buckets, dressing like it's the Gold Rush in 2163. But traditional art still thrives here as well, even as the people making it may be barely hanging on.

Art is at the very center of our civic identity, but there is justified fear that it may be fleeing to the hinterlands.

I'm sorry, artists, but this is all your fault. It was the subversive inventiveness of city art, your inventiveness — underground parties, random acts of weird, insane global cuisine, WTF fashion freedom, visual bebop, ukulele tunes and rap verses beneath our windows at 4am — that made all these rich people want to move to the city in the first place. We're living in an age of hyper-urbanization, a thrumming cosmopolitan situation that many of us long dreamed of. And now everything's turning on us. From Paris to Hyderabad, the freaks are slowly being squeezed out.

Of course, along with their lust for gold and experience, the monied and naive bring their own culture of patronage and potential, including a ready market for aspirational "creators." And things may be beginning to reach a strange equilibrium: For every poet leaving to commune in Grass Valley, a sofa-surfing drag queen scores a life-saving gig at a gaming conference satellite party. But to many beneficiaries of the 'new economy," art is merely another form of shock entertainment, not a burst of unfathomable truth, a creamy spasm of the Zeitgeist, a necessary civic virtue. Beauty's hardly even in it, darling.

Worse, it sucks to see how much art-making has been devalued lately. The first dot-com boom snatched up artistic types and happily applied their skills toward making the Internet an aesthetic as well as an entertaining experience. Writers, visual artists, designers, philosophers, anarchic coders were eagerly courted and given pride of place. Our present ruling "visionaries," however, seem happy just have the round peg go in the round hole. As long as something looks and feels like the other thing that got money, they're golden.

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