It is amazing to me that someone I perceive as completely repugnant and void of any talent can make it so far and infect the social conscience.
Molly Soda has vacated her life of any form of responsibility other than to do drugs and play on the internet. She has spearheaded a movement of outsiders that mimick her and by default become internet/tumblr icons. The current buzz words surrounding this phenomenon are "digital artists".
Tumblr is the DJ of the internet-age. A person can amass endless followers simply by reposting photos, music, videos, etc. Soon everything gets mish-mashed and becomes a copy of a copy of a copy of a reblog of a reblog. The saavy culture jammer curates their own style or look while menially interjecting a naked selfie or lip sync until the looks merge and are unanimous. Simply put, taking other people's work and bending in to yours to create something new and fresh.
People have been doing this for years and have gained international fame and recognition. Warhol and Tarantino are the names at the front of my brain. In no way am I equating Molly Soda with either. She has carved out this niche where she has built a league of followers and social networked her way into convincing others that her reblogs and karaokes are art.
Last Thursday she curated a gallery at North End Studios titled "What's Your Wifi?" Basically the gallery consisted of Molly and some of her acolytes projecting gif images on a wall while a crowd oohd, aahed, and applauded.
This begs the question, "What is art?' Is it a remixed digital gif projected on a wall that was orignially conceived by a different unknown author? Is it Shia Lebouf crying under a paper bag while his sycophants line up to interact with the muted actor and trinkets from his movies? Is it a painiting on a wall or a photograph or a screenprint? I am not the expert and whoever draws the deciding line is instantly burned at the stake for being a close-minded ass.
How is this The American Dream in action? Think about it, a free bleeder that's a quasi-femenist when it's convenient to her "look at me, because I'm beautiful in my own way" ideaology which is hazed in a cloud of e-cig vapor and weed smoke that is too lazy to shave her armpits because she spends all day recording her life in her shitty Detroit maybe Ferndale maybe Livonia apartment maybe parent's house and has been able to market and network herself to thousands of millions of people on the internet and get them to emulate her and even financially support her to a degree. This is a modern day American Dream in action if I have ever seen one.
Good for Molly Soda. Good for the internet. Good for America.