We had the good fortune of connecting with LG Williams and we’ve shared our conversation below.
LG, what is the most important factor behind your success / the success of your brand?
At the Enchanted Hunters Senior Retirement Village (overlooking Forest Lawn atop the Hollywood Hills), I’ve now scrapped Post-Performative Art—to become ‘The Distinguished AARP Resident of Neo-Post-Performative Art.’ I’m thrilled. By the way, this artistic accolade is one of the most unusual but elevated leisure distinctions found in today’s expansive Senior Living communities. I finally feel I can make my dreams and passions come alive. I’ll tap into my unlimited creative potential after Bingo night in this vital role—just like in the Hollywood movies.
Great AARP Neo-Post-Performative artists generally make radical, avant-garde art. Art powered by a personal sense of longing, the distant calls from ancient artistic wisdom, and by the devoted, independent living housekeepers and staff who want seniors out of the private care unit while they clean. Just the lucky few residents are cast out of mainstream communal activities (like crafting, Zumba, flower arrangement, water aerobics, channel surfing, etc.) and placed into the rarified solitary world of social-practice-community-based, woke-oriented, visual art authority/adventurer/pensioner.
In no time, you too will be dancing circles around me if you’re freaking crazy!
Being long retired from a highly successful career in finance and industry, my first obligation as a well-off retiree is to become an unlikely, subversive AARP conceptual art maker. My practice began out-of-the-blue. Once, during an unexpected RV transmission overhaul in Pope Valley, CA, I tried to make some avant-garde, social practice artworks as best I could—albeit with only a few neurons firing. I failed. But, eventually, I became the inventor of Dada Bingo because I couldn’t spell.
As a result of the success of Dada Bingo, I quickly became branded as an ‘influencer’ or ‘artistic genius’ or ‘freaking crazy’ in clandestine, senior living art centers worldwide—my advice: do what you have to do and go crazy.
As it turns out, the most crucial factor behind the success of my globally recognized, international brand of art was pretty straightforward. We live in the great age of aspirational, Vichy-minded art trust-funders, a.k.a. so-called young art gallerists, curators, and directors. Today, all these pro-bono meritocrats are looking for a quick and easy score—not to mention something to do. So, learn from my example and corrupt the young. Take all their money.
Heck, these kids will try to resurrect almost any artistically dead or already-long-dead ‘artist’ for speedy financial gains or professional renown. Every AARP member living on a limited budget should try to get a sum from these gorgeous, rich, and ‘authentic’ philistines…while the getting is good.
Look around: a ‘collabo’ can be found everywhere. In every high-rise, multi-unit-cubicle workspace, there is a ‘collabo’. Find the one with the little red party dress on (everybody knows that I’m a mess, I’m crazy). Interrupt one ‘collabo’ and tell them your sad, bogus virtue-woke-signaling oriented story. Channel your inner AARP Charles Koch, who, bless his poor bleeding heart, recently reported to The Wall Street Journal, “My life before my retirement as a fully-engaged, Post-Truth AARP Artist…turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life.” God bless him.
Today, from my perspective, our connection between cause and effect is practically as distant as one great contemporary artwork is to the next. Only those willing to take considerable risks in high-end retirement communities or luxury doomsday bunkers can pursue original art world glory. Only retired, reactionary renegades are eager to strive for the implausible in art and truly ready for real intellectual-artistic-imaginative adventures in Global Contemporary Art.
Who else deserves a little credit and recognition in your story?
Art is the agent of social self-awareness, and artists are the superstars of art. Indeed, artists are the most interesting of all phenomena. They represent creativity, the definition of humanity. Every artistic unconsciousness is full of monsters and dreams. The older, the better. These mental projections provide consciousness images, which takes them as given and as “world” and “reifies” them. Since consciousness can only seek culture or denial, every crazy loon who can generate visions and ideals is a genius, a mysterious, demonic being.
Get a little bit of Bourbon in you, get a little bit suburban, and go crazy.
Undoubtedly, one contemporary artist deserves a lot of credit and recognition in today’s sad story: The reigning artist of our age was Donald John Trump (b. 1946), the 45th and past president of the United States of America.
Donald Trump, in other words, is the champion of the AARP avant-garde. This absurdist artist ruled the entire world for the past four years! Trump The Artist was dancing circles around everybody. He went freaking crazy…and we just watched him in shock and awe. He’s beyond famous now…Just ask AARP member Martin Amis (BBC Radio 4, Books and Author Podcast, September 27—my Mommy’s birthday!)
It only took a few weeks for Trump-The-Artist to put every lone, ambitious, contemporary creative across the planet back into their foxholes of insignificance. Trump’s dadaist artistry of want, talent, and power will not be surpassed in my lifetime. His amusements and caprices were the perfect foil to the contemporary art world. A world devoid of imagination, overflowing with subjective abundance, and aesthetic indifference to discover quality, value, or beauty anywhere—all of which illustrates our culture’s resignation both of our critical faculties and the interpreting imagination inseparable from them.
Trump The Artist fired 328.2 million Americans. Now we are all bankrupt and crazy.
One cannot and should not hope for a general reform. Hope is simply another amusement or entertainment. The hope is that the embers of art and culture do not die out but somehow become intelligent algorithms. It will be best to hold tight your bibles and your guns in the near term.
What do you want the world to know about you or your brand and story?Generally speaking, the most important, engaging, and under-recognized aspects of any thriving art ecology is the amount, depth, and expanse of artistic failures. My first insights into the potency, necessity, and paradoxes of artistic failure appeared when the AARP Art Historian E.H. Gombrich elevated this hidden, neglected power in The Edge of Delusion (New York Review of Books, February 15, 1990).
It is a rare and profoundly disturbed person who does not wish to project a favorable image—because you’re young, you’re wild, you’re free. Indeed, as I said, you’re dancing circles around me. We are long past the point whereby cosmetics and signaling have replaced artistic truths as the area of expertise over which an artist must have artistic control. Yet, my unlikely brand and story has almost exclusively and effectively focused upon the pursuit of creative failure. I much prefer failure, resentment, and anger in art to art without prerequisites, profundity, or perplexity (a.k.a. abundances of nothing). We’ll be so happy, so happy when we’re gone.
For instance, in the painting, $0.00 or Bankrupt (2000), I evoked the decades-long, moral, and ideological abyss of western democracies; House Where The Bottom Fell Out (2007-09) was a visual prophecy, an epicenter, a revelatory artwork (before the onset of The SubPrime Mortgage Crisis) which radically examined the local and global influence of ‘self-interest’; and Don’t Look At That Tree (2019) explored The Mechanism of Denial, the defense mechanism first proposed by Anna Freud which involves an individual or groups refusal to accept reality—nearly a year before The COVID-19 Global Pandemic Crisis. And so it goes.
Say it was a week-long trip, where would you eat, drink, visit, hang out, etc.
Some of the most fun, engaging, exciting people, places, or things to check out in Los Angeles can be found in the ever-growing, clandestine, homeless housing encampments. Never mind the illegal drug use, human waste, and ever-present medieval diseases. OpenTheBooks.com has a wide selection of encampments to visit. Go party there and have fun.
My favorite homeless encampment is on Sunset Ave. and 3rd Ave. in Venice, CA. This little homeless encampment is part of a burgeoning, nay…thriving, homeless art community. In fact, at this homeless encampment, I am currently having a major art exhibition (curated by a devotee of Tsong Khapa) which features many of my classic, large-scale artworks. Look for my art on the sidewalk next to Gold’s Gym. Muggles think the exhibition is a mess: But I did what I had to do, you won’t find another like it, anyhow.
Everyone should visit this pop-up exhibition regularly and often. At the show, you can eat, drink, stay, hang out, etc., afterward at Gjusta (a sprawling artisanal restaurant and bakery warehouse-like space offering exceptional cuisine and bread baked on-site) located at the address mentioned above. Get a little bit of Bourbon in you and go crazy.
Ms. Khapa Ph.D. calls this curated, pop-up exhibition: Please Please Please Don’t Steal My Shit.
Please Please Please Don’t Steal My Shit features many of my iconic, internationally recognizable artworks sprawled across three almost exhibition-like sidewalk spaces all along 3rd Ave. Currently on view is Blackout (2009); Look Hear, How About Giving Me an Extremely Large Grant (2011); My Worldly Possessions (2004); Bunga Bunga Party Kit (2012); Happy Birthday Sash (2020), and OK, Go Ahead and Steal All My Shit Sweetie (2018). I’m freaking crazy.
This highly unusual exhibition, during this unprecedented global pandemic, provides unique futuristic insights into Los Angeles at the moment—in an exceptional setting where a few notable examples of regional architecture still exists. A visitor might understand this remarkable artistic tour de force as a bright beacon of creativity or imagination that positively represents, redistributes, equilibrates our troubled end times: troubling history, present, and future.
You might just go crazy for my Post-Performative AARP Avant-Garde Art, so please bring along your future, investment-grade art-collecting progeny and some major credit cards.
LG Williams and The Estate of LG Williams™