A museum is only valuable because it preserves a cross-section of what is made now and holds it to be seen as-is in the future. More than just curiosities, the art from yesterday that we see on display is meant, by virtue of its inclusion and exhibition, to indicate where we were and where we are now, a duality of values for all people to ponder, a reflective self-examination that is augmented by the scope and scale of time and our place in it.

So the goal of the artist MUST be to have your artworks end up in museums. To do this you suck ass and go to the right parties and be someone who you are not at all and you meet the right people and you suck the right dick and you wind up in the right galleries and they work the museum personell and the institution acquires some of your artworks which is all empty product reflecting the empty soul that produced it and since it all sucks dogshit the msueum throws it out fifty years later.

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