It begins at 12:00AM and runs through 11:59PM. For this whole day, we are suspending all non-essential commerce. No shopping. No buying. Especially, no corporate brands or chains. If you must spend money, go to small, local shops, preferably in person, to avoid giving business to Google et al., and pay in cash, to avoid giving business to credit card companies and big banks.
You might think a single day of across-the-board economic shutdown won’t have any effect. But I happen to be a fan of consumer activism, so let me explain why I encourage you to get on board with Blackout Day.
First, this day is just the beginning. We might call it a “shot across their bow,” i.e. a warning to remind the people trying to dismantle our Constitution and way of life what leverage We the People of the United States really hold.
One inescapable fact of the USA is that it runs on money. For good or ill, the US is a mercantile nation. Money is the body and soul of our politics and our power structure.
And there is no money if there is no We the People. The US economy runs entirely on the labor and purchasing of millions of Americans. That’s us doing the jobs and us buying the stuff. Anything that interferes with us showing up for work or us buying stuff from stores slows the economy immediately. If it keeps up a while, our “envy of the world” economy quickly starts to shrink.
And boy-howdy, do the billionaires start yelping when that happens.
Remember the 2008 crash, when the global economy very nearly collapsed and countless Americans lost their homes and were drowning in debt. Remember how the economic pundits and the billionaire CEOs were all over media complaining about the slow recovery after that crisis of their making. Remember how they blamed the American people for unpatriotically – yes, some of them actually invoked patriotism – saving our money instead of spending it like they wanted us to.
Remember the pandemic, when there were no jobs, no open shops, even the supply chains were shut down, but we individual worker-consumers were still getting scolded for not getting out there to lend it, spend it, send it rolling along. I will swear to my last breath that I heard multiple capitalists on US media literally declaring that keeping the economy going was more important than keeping ourselves alive, and we were betraying the nation by staying home just to stay healthy.
Were any of those pundits, capitalists, or CEOs on the brink of starvation from the faltering economy in those crises? No, they were not. So why did they care so much?
If I were an economist, it would be complicated to explain, but I’m not, so it’s simple.
The heads of US industry, the leaders of our dominant businesses, our CEOs and Directors, our would-be American oligarchs are, at the end of the day, little more than glorified peddlers. Take a hard look at them, all those Big Corp brands. They’re all basically hawking junk on street corners, just like a hundred-plus years ago when they were selling liver pills and miracle tonics off wagons and conning yokels into selling their land for wildcat oil drilling.
All these years, all these generations, these latter-day robber barons built their fortunes by conning – or extorting – the rest of us into giving them all our labor and all our money.
When we stop giving them those things, their house-of-cards empires start to shake. It never fails.
A dip in commerce means a dip in profit margins – a hiccough in line-go-up. It doesn’t matter if it’s just a one-day event. The blip will appear on the radar, and the voting shareholders won’t like it, since the only reason for any of these grifters to exist at all is to maximize profits for voting shareholders. Blips don’t maximize.
So on February 28, we will do our best to put a blip on the radar.
If they’re smart, they will listen to our demands. They will back off their attempt to turn the US into a fascist client state to Vladimir Putin. They will restore order, funding, and staffing to the US federal government. They will obey the orders of the federal courts. They will pass a proper federal budget. They will restore our support for our traditional allies and trading partners in accordance with our treaties. They will quit fucking around with things they don’t understand.
If they’re not smart, then there will be more blips. Bigger blips. More blackouts will follow, along with longer boycotts and labor actions.
If they take away our rights from us, we will take away our money from them. If they take away our liberty, we will take away our work. If they take away our Constitution and our system of law and representation, we will take away the life blood of the economy and their industries.
And we shall see who wins the argument. Myself, I’m betting on We the People, because we have the numbers, and without us, they have nothing.
Now, as a movement, economic resistance is relatively slow and requires discipline, organization, and cooperation. It demands that we change long-accustomed habits, that we support each other in our communities, and that we all do some creative problem-solving.
But today is just one day. The first day. So let’s try it out, and see how it goes.
At the very least, not spending money for a day isn’t going to hurt you any.
And remember, this is just for non-essential spending. There are people who would prefer a total shut-down of all transactions, but those people forget February 28 is the last day of the month. It’s Rent Day for millions of us. We must be reasonable. Do pay your rent, by whatever method you normally use. Pay your bills if they’re due. If you have to fill a prescription or keep a medical appointment, etc., take care of it. That is essential spending, not non-essential.
But stay the hell off Amazon. Stay away from the big box retailers. Don’t log into your streaming services. Don’t send money over the internet or pay for anything by credit card. Don’t order in from a chain restaurant via a corporate gig-work delivery service. Just don’t.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I run a small business out of my studio. I would very dearly love for you to buy my work.
But not today. Not online today. Today is for a different kind of work, without which I might not be able to keep doing my life’s work.
You know what I’ll be doing today, instead of trying to sell you my art? I’ll be doing some creative problem-solving. For example, I think I’ll research alternatives to Paypal and Venmo (the same company) so I can offer you a more ethical way to do business with me. Might take some time, but it’s a great day to start, don’t you think?
And I’ll do some artwork, so there’ll be fresh stuff for you to buy as well.
Today is the first day of the economic part of the pro-democracy resistance in the US.
Today is also the last day of the last month of winter. Tomorrow, March 1, we begin barreling into spring. Is there a better moment to wake up? To dump the old in favor of the new? To clean our house?
I went for a walk before I wrote this and saw the first green shoots rising from the ice-soaked ground in a neighborhood park.
That’s an allegory for you, right there.
This is how the weather changes. This is how the tides turn.
Since he’s already made his horse a senator, I suppose he has no one more qualified on hand. In any event, he has declared himself Emperor of American Culture, promising to whip us all into he-manly shape with no more of that icky drag stuff that reminds him of, I suppose, that time he went on a date with Rudy Giuliani.
Unsurprisingly, the response from the arts world has been a resounding chorus of “Oh, fuck no!” for about 10,000 serious reasons.
As I’m part of the arts world, I’m joining the chorus. I hope to talk you all down a bit about it but also pep you up a bit.
Like everything that asshole does, this move starts out scary but comes apart under scrutiny and yields to a plan of action. Let’s parse it out.
The Scary Part:
You are correct. This is a precursor to a program of censorship, perhaps a retread of Joe McCarthy’s Red Scare campaign of terror in the 1950s, with the modern witch-hunters’ obvious, but only first, targets being trans people and the wider LGBTQ+ community.
I’d be willing to bet, in fact, that McCarthyism 2.0 is the literal plan because El Cheeto’s first evil mentor was Roy Cohn.
For those lucky enough not to remember, Roy Cohn was a lawyer notorious for, among other unpleasant things, assisting McCarthy as chief counsel in his crusade to accuse and destroy supposed communists in the media and government, until both men were taken down by their own over-reach plus exposés by Edward R. Murrow.
Cohn then went into private practice in New York. There, he was so infamously crooked that he was eventually disbarred, but not before collecting a list of rich, famous clients, including one Donald J. Trump.
Those two were a match made in hell, by many accounts, and cut quite the swath together through the Studio 54 party scene. It ended in 1986 when Cohn died, sick, alone, and despised. His best bud, Little Donnie Dipshit, refused to visit him and denied their relationship at the very end. (Sound familiar, Rudy?)
Nevertheless, El Cheeto has yearned for his old friend over the years, lamenting every time some attorney tells him something he wants to do is illegal, “Where’s my Roy Cohn?”
(He’s dead, Donnie, and you wouldn’t even go when he called for you on his deathbed, you backstabbing bastard.)
So with one of the architects of McCarthyism as a formative guru, we can be sure Trump is dreaming of a 21st century HUAC, endless show-trial hearings led by Gym Jordan and the Three Weird Sisters of the House Maga Caucus, Boebert, Greene, and Mace, ruinous SLAPP lawsuits, bans, cancelling, and gleeful mobs.
The goal will be to erase any art and literature that doesn’t glorify the maga ideal. We can expect floods of AI-generated versions of “Birth of a Nation,” full of racial, ethnic, and gender stereotypes and heavy doses of christian-nationalist propaganda, in which the heroes are the kinds of bulked-up, gun-slinging dudes Trump enjoys looking at, in slo-mo.
We’ll also have the spectacle of media companies, music labels, publishing houses, and key celebrities, piddling themselves to be the new regime’s favorite Leni Riefenstals.
Meanwhile, the rest of us will run like rats in fear of what the mobs will do to us if we take one wrong step.
I’m pretty sure that’s the plan.
Only it won’t work.
The Coming Apart Part:
This escalation of the culture war will fail for two reasons.
I. The first reason is there’s no there there.
The magaists are like most Americans in that they don’t understand there is no arts system in the USA. We have no credentialing bodies, no established academies, closely linked to government or social elites, that dictate American Arts & Letters. We have people who claim to be that, but they’re bullshitters.
Many people believe the federal government does support the arts, because politicians talk about supporting the arts, but that’s bullshit, too. Our government support consists basically of the National Endowment for the Arts and a few sincere but fragmented programs with painfully tiny budgets that are constantly being cut. If people knew how meager federal arts funding is, even diehard art-haters would think, “Damn, that’s cold.”
This lack of support has a few causes, but it’s mostly due to the US having never given two shits about the arts. Sorry, but facts.
Except for that brief fling with the WPA, the creative sector has never been important enough to warrant a bureaucracy of our own. We have no departments or agencies. Hell, we couldn’t even get into education despite the traditional pairing of the arts and sciences – and STEAM being an objectively better acronym than STEM.
Which means that there is nothing for Mango Mussolini to weaponize.
He can cut institutional funding, and that will hurt PBS, museums, and state programs, but they’ve been surviving political sabotage for decades. And 99+% of individual creatives never see a dime of that money anyway.
He can threaten and bribe media to act as censors for him, but they’re already at war with artists, replacing us with AI and churning out slop-buckets of conformist garbage.
At the federal level, there’s no infrastructure, no organization, not even any money – no way for him to blanket-crush us the way he blanket-cut-off everyone else’s funding and blanket-pardoned his pet insurrectionists.
This was true in McCarthy’s day, too, but back then limited technology allowed media companies to own the means of cultural production. You had to go through Big Media to make movies and television, publish books, record and distribute music, etc. McCarthy could attack speech indirectly, evading the First Amendment, by attacking the companies the arts depended on with bogus national security claims. And they were only too happy to serve up sacrificial victims, such as the Hollywood Ten.
Even so, censorship mainly hit corporate media, while in the greater art world, that period saw a flood of innovative, avant-garde, politically charged, and socially challenging creativity. How? I’ll get back to that.
And let’s remember, the 2020s are not the 1950s. Thanks to modern technology, artists today are more independent than we’ve been in centuries. And as the US’s red-headed stepchildren, we are used to self-funding our projects with no corporate middlemen (because we’re not that profitable). If you want to know what real-life “bootstrapping” looks like, consult an indie creative. It’s not as glamorous as the oligarchs make out.
When Trump comes for the arts, lacking any kind of structure or leverage, he’ll find it’s like emptying the ocean with his hands. He’ll have to terrorize each one of us individually, and nobody even knows how many of us, professional and amateur, there are. I don’t see him doing that for very long, do you?
II. Especially since the second reason his culture war will fail is that there’s no there there on his side, either.
The culture war has always been fake – mere inflammatory slogans, and the more ephemeral and illusory the scapegoats, the better they serve to enrage and divide people.
When you turn the concept into a thing, however, then you have problems.
So Clementine Caligula takes over the Kennedy Center. Whatever. It’s just a theater. It’s not attached to anything. No dominoes will fall, nor ripples spread because of it. This hostile takeover will thud into nothing, just like the thousands more hostile takeovers he’ll have to do if he wants to make a moral crusade of it.
And none of it will actually impact the arts.
The Kennedy Center is just a theater like any other. It is legendary only because of the audience that goes there. Its association with the Presidency makes it a favorite venue for wealthy art patrons – the glitterati whom Trump envies and hates to his rotten core.
By an amusing coincidence, many of them are also among the country’s biggest political donors. Oops.
But that glamorous world he resents is completely separate from the sweaty, ink- and paint-stained, 80+ hours/week world where art is actually made. Artists and Kennedy Center patrons exist in different realities, only crossing paths briefly at a few events per year.
Magaists don’t realize this because they never see either artists or art. All they see are the glitterati, and their own culture war slogans, through the filter of their angry fantasies.
By grabbing the Kennedy Center, Trump made the fantasy real and revealed its emptiness. Like he always does.
Meanwhile, we artists keep on working. Like we always do.
The Plan of Action Part:
But the McCarthyist threat has been made, and the malicious, destructive intent behind it is more real than Trump himself. It must be understood to be counteracted.
The Red Scare, the blacklist, today’s culture war, even the First Amendment fights over Black history, women’s history, and trans representation – none of that is really about the arts. The books, artworks, shows and films being defunded and banned don’t actually matter to fascists. We are not the fascists’ true targets. We are just a means to an end.
They really mean it when they go after the news media, because journalists confront them head-on, exposing their secrets. They understand that kind of threat to their power. That’s a hard danger to them.
They don’t see artists that way. To them, we’re just a bunch of farty flibberty-gibbits who can’t take a punch. But lots of people like us, so they go after us to get to those other people – the public, We the People.
They destroy the arts because art is personal and emotional, and they want to hurt and scare the people and tell them they can’t have anything private, anything just their own. The fascists have to be the center of their attention.
It’s like the abuser who punishes a child by putting down their pet.
They see artists as weak, disposable, something someone else loves, and no more threat to them than so many puppies.
They think that way because they are stupid. They can only understand the hard danger of direct confrontation. They don’t understand the soft danger of the arts.
Journalism is about information. The arts are about hearts and minds. Journalism tells you what happened. The arts tell you how to feel about it. Journalism speaks in plain words and clear images. The arts speak a subtle, even subliminal, language of symbolism and emotion. Art can deliver its messages without anyone being aware what it’s doing, let alone able to pinpoint its methods.
This brings us back to the outpouring of challenging art in the 1950s despite McCarthy’s pogroms.
I guarantee that any maga-fascist who happens to read this essay will laugh at me right about now. This is such self-soothing copium bullshit, right? Art is crap.
That’s what the McCarthyists thought. We are nothing to them. They can’t detect our signals or break our codes. They don’t get our banter. They don’t see anything in us that is target-worthy in our own right. Unless they want to drown a puppy to make children cry, they pay us no attention.
And that’s how the 1950s was full of American art, literature, drama, and music that protested injustice, called out corruption, challenged social and moral norms, critiqued the church, the government, the draft, specific news events, etc., and included the voices of people of color, immigrants, women, LGBTQ+ people, and more.
Artists even went after McCarthyism itself. Arthur Miller’s play, The Crucible, came out in 1953, the height of the Scare just before its collapse.
So what does this mean? What should we do right now?
Make Art.
That’s what we should do.
I realize it sounds glib to play up all this drama and end with telling people to carry on as they’ve been doing, but hear me out.
I believe the most direct, foundational form of protest is to keep doing the things the oppressors don’t want us to do. This is related to Timothy Snyder’s advice, “do not obey in advance,” i.e. don’t cede our agency, our liberty, our principles to appease the autocrat.
I amend that advice to simply this: Don’t Obey. Full stop. Forget “in advance.” Don’t obey ever.
Fascists want artists to shut up because, if we shut up, others will, too. They think that, if they silence artists, they will have taken something personal, something intimate and meaningful to the people – our cultural identity – and the people will become demoralized and will submit.
But they can’t silence us by force. Instead, they try to scare or depress us into silencing ourselves to appease them, and then they’ll take the credit for having done it to us, and everyone will fear them, and they’ll win. That’s what the blacklists, book bans, censorship, and mobs are for – to get us to stop making art.
So how should we respond to that?
By making art, that’s how.
But Jen, I sense you shouting, how???? I want to fight fascism, but I’m tired and confused and stressed and poor. How am I supposed to do this?
I hear you. Your concerns are legitimate, but this is doable. Plenty of experts on this stuff (and how fucked up is it that there are experts on this stuff?) offer tips on sustainable resistance. Here are a few that are working for me, so far. Your mileage may vary, but give them a try:
1. Breathe.
Deep, cleansing breaths, calm and grounded. Attacks on the arts are psychological warfare, intended to scare and upset people, but it only works if we let it into our heads. When you feel the tension rising inside, take a break. Get off the internet. Go outdoors. Go to your work or practice space, and do your creative exercises. Natural light and art are literally, neurologically, the best tonic for calming the nerves and mind. Apply liberally as needed.
2. Protect yourself.
Beef up your cyber security. Get your own website, backed up offline, so your work is not dependent on any corporate platform. If you’re a creative employee, start an independent side hustle, and have a lawyer look over your employment/contract terms re ownership and exclusivity. Save your money. Choose whom you allow into your personal circle, even as you reach out to the world. No more universal love and light, kumbaya, all are welcome bullshit. Take anyone’s money, but vet your friends.
3. Connect.
It will fall to all of us to look out for each other and to support and protect the vulnerable. Collaborate with your fellow artists. Network within your communities. Pour energy into local arts cooperatives and mutual aid groups (after vetting them, of course). Network across interest groups, too, for practical support with living costs, political action, legal services, schooling, even sharing healthy food and consumer goods.
Footnote: Avoid excessive ideological purity. When vetting the people you bring in and the groups you collaborate with, keep your ethical standards high, but judge people more on their values and actions than their labels. We will need carefully chosen friends in police departments, for example.
4. Keep it sustainable.
This is an “in it for the duration” situation, so don’t try to do it all on your own, and don’t put unreasonable pressure on yourself. Assess your skills, interests, passions, resources, obligations, personality. Ask yourself realistically what kinds of actions, artistic, economic, political, etc., fit with what you can do going forward. Make a manageable list, and do those things, knowing there are millions of other people making similar assessments and lists. Carry your weight, and trust others to carry theirs.
And if some don’t, kick ‘em and carry on with those who do. Part of sustainability has to be not wasting energy on the uncooperative.
5. Be Kryptonite.
Existence is Resistance. Being an artist is resistance. Choosing who you will or won’t work for is resistance. Choosing where you will or won’t spend your money is resistance. Growing a garden, sewing your clothes, sharing with neighbors, teaching children, cleaning rivers – all that stuff is the resistance, because it undoes or undermines what the fascists are trying to impose on us. So live your life on your own terms, not just in reaction against what they do. Don’t force yourself into fighting fascism as a separate, additional thing you must do. Being a free human being is the fight against fascism. So when you’re figuring out how to be in the fight, consider all the things you do every day and try to do them in a way, with an energy, that makes them toxic to fascism. Thus, just by your existence, you are poisoning the well of that evil ideology. Then everything else you add to your to-do list is gravy. Liberty gravy.
No sugarcoating. The world is in trouble. There is a disease in our body politic, and it will take more than just ousting the current crop of villains to cure it.
We in the arts, being the cultural influencers, have a vital role to play. We may be disorganized and freaked-out, but this is our moment to do what we do. Win hearts and minds. Soothe shattered nerves. Awaken atrophied senses. Guide the narratives, and shine light in the darkness.
So breathe, hydrate, touch grass. And keep making art.
-Jen
Illustrated with details from my collage. XIX. The Sun, symbolically relevant on many levels.
I started writing this at 10 to midnight on January 20, 2025. By the time I finish and certainly by the time you read this, we will be well into a new day.
But as of starting, Monday was bad.
As my subscribers know too well, I do not hesitate to express my political opinions in this art and writing blog. Marketing people always say you shouldn’t do that. You want your audience to get to know you, but only the sellable you, the SEO-friendly you, the positive, unchallenging, amusing version of you that won’t turn away potential sales. Not the you that might not be universally palatable to all demographics at all times. Nobody wants to see that crap.
But you know what – fuck that noise.
That’s job advice – the cubicle-jockey concept of professionalism. Trust me, I have jockeyed enough cubicles in my life to know that the conventional wisdom against being abrasive or opinionated, against publicly taking a stand on issues, against bringing your personal views into the work space, is all about maintaining the work flow of your boss’s business.
And it’s good advice as far as it goes. It’s the right way to behave when you’re working for someone else. It’s especially good advice for anyone who is getting paid to represent someone else’s image or brand.
But it doesn’t apply here because I’m not an employee. I don’t have a boss to answer to. I am the boss in this space.
Jen Fries Arts is the portal into my studio. When you come here, you’re an honored and welcome guest in my house, but I don’t work for you, so I don’t have to separate myself from my work.
As a business-owner, which is what an independent creative is, my professionalism is about delivering goods on time and within agreed terms and dealing in good faith. It’s not about sucking up. It’s not about putting on a mask and lying to you about who you are following on this site.
That’s why, when bad things happen in the USA, where I live, I post statements about them. Long-time readers will be aware that I am firmly anti-fascist, anti-capitalist, anti-racist, -sexist, -transphobe, etc., firmly pro-democracy and civil rights, an ally to marginalized people, and, especially, pro-Earth.
I make statements because I’m a future-oriented Aquarius sun INTJ with a fiery Sagittarius moon and pragmatic Virgo ascendant, so when shit happens, I must confront it and declare my path over, under, around, or through it.
Well, on January 20th, shit happened. It was probably the worst non-personal day of my life so far. I’m sure I’m not alone in that.
To be blunt, as of 1/20/2025, a new Confederacy is in charge of the USA, and this country is at war with itself.
I know a lot of experts will balk and start parsing legal definitions and splitting historical hairs – and I certainly can’t argue with them – but personally, I’m ready to call it. Civil conflict.
It’s been brewing as a cold war in politics and the media for many years, but it turned hot on Jan 6th, 2021, when Donald Trump instigated a violent mob to attack the US Capitol with the aim of overturning the 2020 election. I don’t care what the magaists say, we all saw it.
We beat back that attempt on that day, but, stupidly, we did not press our advantage. We did not root out the corruption in our institutions. We did not defend our Constitution. We failed in our civic duty.
And sure enough, our enemies came back for another round. This time, emboldened by lack of consequences, there’s no pretense, no mask, no cubicle-politeness. They are out to destroy people they hate. Simple as. You can find the details all over the news media. I won’t go into it here, but the rightwing’s extremism is cartoonish in its malice and cavalier abandonment of law.
He said he’d be a dictator on Day One, and here we are. Now the question is, what will he be on Day Two?
Or rather, will there be a Day Two at all? Or will January 21, 2025, be another Day One – the first day of a new American independence movement?
I’m no billionaire oligarch, media mogul, or A-list celebrity who goes to bend the knee and kiss the ass for favors and privilege.
I’m just a working stiff like millions of others, barely scraping by. I don’t have to beg Mango Mussolini not to push me off some high perch. I may speak as I please and create as I speak. So here goes.
When I talk about civil conflict, I’m not talking about armies seizing cities and carving out territories. That’s not going to happen.
However, I’m also not talking about a bloodless coup or some kind of paper secession program worked out in courtrooms. People have died by political violence in the US in recent years, both before and since 1/6. I do believe there will be more of that.
We are entering a dark time, and we will all be caught up in it, one way or another. It will not be possible to pretend it’s not happening, as we have for so many generations till now. Everyone is going to have to choose how to relate to these times and its belligerent factions.
But what could I possibly do, broke-ass, minor creative and isolated individual that I am, with neither money nor connections? What can any of us do, realistically?
Well, realistically, we can think about this very question. We can think seriously about how we define ourselves as human beings. That itself is an action, a response, to our present moment.
We will all be defined by world events, whether we participate or not. Everything we do from now on will come with moral assumptions and judgments attached. No, it’s not fair, and it should’t be this way, but it is because that’s how deep the civil conflict has saturated the fabric of society. Literally everything we do tells the world who we are.
And that’s where I come in – I and all creatives, big and small, maybe especially small.
Because we artists, storytellers, poets and singers, designers and artisans, actors, dancers, etc., are the real influencers.
Sorry to all the modern influencers on the internet, for whom that cynical title was invented. I’m glad they earn decent money, but artists have been the cultural influencers for thousands of years, and we’re still here.
We’re here, and we are not going to be replaced by AI or rendered irrelevant by artificially shortened attention spans because what we do is core human stuff. We adjust with the times, but fundamentally, there is little difference between what artists do today and what the cave painters were doing 40,000 years ago. When a thing’s got legs like that, it’s not a fad. Art is fundamental.
Creatives channel the vibes of society. We interpret world conditions. We explain, contextualize, and set the narratives. We comfort, reassure, encourage, excite, and sometimes scold, challenge, and hold to account. We create the culture references everyone turns into memes. We bring people together in mutual recognition.
We are the bards who raise kings with praises and tear them down again with satires. We open minds, get people curious, thinking, and talking. We are dangerous to power, and that’s why the powerful censor us, slander and denigrate us, cut us out of school curricula, ban our books.
Granted, too many of us have slacked off. We’ve let ourselves fall into self-indulgence and the complacency of thinking we’ll never amount to anything if we don’t reach some unnecessary level of wealth in some impossible time frame so why even bother. We’ve allowed ourselves and our profession to be made ridiculous playing out banana and duct tape kayfabes with the ultra-rich.
That’s got to stop, right now.
This is the Information Age. Control of thought is the key to power, and very bad people have seized that deep power via disinformation, distraction, propaganda, and censorship. They have woven webs of confusion and fear around every mind they can reach. The damage is profound.
And there is no one – no tech developer, political leader, college professor, or tragically today, journalist – better equipped to break through those webs than artists. I truly believe this.
Because what they do is fake. What we do is real. They tell lies. We cast magic. They spin webs. We build worlds. When the artists wake up, we will wake up the world.
So wake the hell up, artists. It’s work time.
You may be thinking, “What the frik are you talking about, Jen? You just make collages and nature pictures and sometimes weird shit with bones and junk, and nobody knows who you are. How can you wake up the world?”
Recall, I said this may come down to small artists like me.
Why? Because we are your friendly neighborhood artists. The regular, working people whose art is hanging in regular, working people’s houses all over the country. We’re the bands playing in local bars, the writers giving talks to community book clubs. We teach classes down at the Y and paint kids’ faces at municipal fairs. We set the style and look of a community with park sculptures and downtown murals.
People know us, and we know them. We have the ability to get inside their heads, to bypass the programming of social media, 24/7 news, and ideological podcasts, and stir up memories, emotions, connections.
We can plant the seeds of better possibilities and better choices. We can set ripples in motion that have the potential to grow into tsunamis.
I’m talking about the work of artists supporting a grassroots awakening against the malefactors of the new fascism. I’m talking about a counter-culture that can help dissolve the webs we are trapped in.
How we do it will vary artist to artist. We’re all different. Some of us offer healing and therapy. Some, reassurance or respite. Others are rabble-rousers, whistleblowers.
Myself, I’m into raising consciousness. I seek to awaken awareness of a larger world and deeper experiences. You’d be surprised – it’s pretty effective. Anyway, that’s the kind of artist I am.
And this long-winded essay aims to raise the consciousness of my fellow artists.
It is time now for all of us to think about what kind of artists we are.
I would like all of my colleagues, all creatives, pro and amateur, in every medium and genre, to take some time and think about what we are putting out into the world, what we want to be putting out there, what we should be putting out there.
How can we, with our small, human abilities, contribute to building a better world?
Many of us will start dissembling. “I just play piano.” “I just do pet portraits.” “I just make drawings.”
Stop that! There is no “just” in art. All art is more that it appears, because there’s a human behind it.
Quit belittling yourself. Own your work, your thoughts, your dreams. Create, share, teach. Speak freely, and let the only words you never say again be those self-poisoning apologies for your existence.
The world needs us because tyrants fear us. They fear our doodles, ditties, and dog drawings, because they can’t control how our work lands with the people. Neither can we, but we don’t want to. Art liberates.
So that’s my assignment to myself, and my call to all of you: Create. Express. Do the things, no matter how nuts. Communicate. Cooperate.
And above all, speak truth to the people around us, because truth is the first victim of autocracy.
It’s now January 22. Writing this took me all of Day One of the New Movement. Thus it begins.
Illustrated with details from various of my works over various of my years.
It’s been almost half a year since I posted last, and the reason this time is that I’ve been pretty deep in the weeds, personally. There have been some developments in my work, some chronic health issues popping up, and some practical things that had to be addressed. But mostly it’s been the same worry and stress that everyone has been feeling lately – politics.
Tomorrow is Election Day in the US, the last day for casting ballots and the first day of counting. It’s tomorrow as of the time of writing this blog post. By the time you read it, we’ll be well into the process. I don’t expect it to be quick, clean, or easy. It will likely be some time before we know for sure what path my country is going to take.
I won’t lie, I’m sick to my stomach about it, but in keeping with my personality, I’m more angry than scared. There are people I will never forgive for what they’ve taken from me and my world these recent years. I’ve lost friends and family connections to an ideological cult. My cynicism is a hot, inflamed mess. My capacity for trust is totaled, uncertain if it can ever be fixed. I’ve felt stuck, paralyzed, unable to commit to plans because I have no idea what conditions to plan for. The most fantastical and outlandish worst-case scenarios seem all too plausible now.
Everything I’ve been doing, all the ways I’ve been presenting myself, the public image I project, it’s all being second-guessed. Can I, like this, really operate in a new reality? Is this version of me even functional, let alone relevant, to any of the roads opening before me? And if not, how should I adapt? Which Jen should take over and where should she appear?
By 1:00AM, Tuesday, November 5, 2024 (though I guess it’ll really be Wednesday morning), the last polls in the USA, in Alaska, will be closed and concepts will start transforming into things. Only then will we start to get a clear idea of what we’re dealing with.
It matters tremendously, of course, but however it works out, Election Day is only the beginning. It’s just the day of making a choice. Doing things to realize that choice comes after.
Whether we end up regrouping to relaunch our opposition to ascendant fascism, or we celebrate democracy’s win with sweeping actions to clean our house at last, we will need to dedicate the rest of our lives to curing the critical rot in our society. I’m coming around to the belief that this struggle will never end. It will return again and again, as outlined in an inspiring historical analysis by Heather Cox Richardson. And I kind of don’t mind that. I think this is what it means to “fight the good fight” and to “keep the faith” — to be willing to embrace that never-ending work as one’s self expression and the definition of one’s community. That’s how “American” should be defined, as a people who fight for freedom and stand against the forces of autocracy.
I’ve decided to get a bit of a jump on all the work, so to speak, with a series of blog articles on the topic of principles. I’ll get down to the granular texture on specific topics in later articles, but in this inaugural statement I want to make one thing clear.
I am a left-leaning, liberal progressive, and proud of it. I support progressive policies in the US, I give my vote to Kamala Harris for US President, and I want to state in as strong terms as possible that I provide no safe space – zero safe space – to haters and manipulators.
If you are a racist, a sexist, misogynist, transphobe, homophobe. any kind of genderist, a corporatist of any kind, a fascist, an elitist, a denier of science, history, or simple facts, a warmonger or profiteer, or an extremist of any kind, you are not and will never be welcome here, because I’m done with all that crap. That’s Point 1 in the post-election 2024 reality, whatever else it might be. It has always been what I’m about as a person, and it always will be. Simple as, end of.
I have only a tiny community right now, but it might grow – it could happen – and this statement will always be on this website, applicable to all people and situations. So if someday, someone has a problem coping with getting their bullshit called out, they were warned.
I’m going to wrap this up with words from the most famous American President ever to win a civil war, because I feel he captured that moment, this moment, and every similar moment more perfectly than I ever could.
And I’ll close my own words with one of my recent watercolors. It’s a very small painting of something very large. It is the sunrise.
It’s our turn now, all of us. Choose hope, people.
– Jen
The Gettysburg Address
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate — we cannot consecrate — we cannot hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Jen Fries Arts 