# rich kids on instagram aka the art of getting money to consider "get money" art - via some kickable rich brat on instagram example artist statement robert what: "every day is exactly the same. it's like punching the time clock until death - except how to recognize any difference. an endless mechanical process of filling up the hollow days with the deluded illusion that something-anything is happening they want to be stinking filthy rich. 'ir' life' seems extraordinarily ordinary terminally boring and unbearably lonely. at least with some dirty money in ir sweaty greasy palm they can pay to work with some actual real artists and together create something of some minor meaning vague beauty and temporary intellectual engagement. all they need is one breakthrough - one chance one foot in the door. and the world is theirs baby. given the chance they could change reality itselves with serious money they can reinvent themselves - become the famous admired cool person they've secretly dreamed about for years. with unlimited resources with cultural position and friends they can live a new life of ease fun an adventure - finally escape the pathetically dreary null-space and still as-yet-unlived half-life they've dragged themselves through daily since leaving university (at least at uni there was beer dope beautiful intelligent women. and best of all perhaps - staying up late to discuss life the polyverse and everything. the internet is now all there is for them. a virtual substitute. they visit the same kind of sites daily - pretending to be remotely interested in.. stuff. pretending to write for and on some random anonymous blog that nobody reads or remotely cares about. it's all a bit of a useless farce without a punchline and only a listless audience of one. going through the motions of having emotions) all they need.. some immensely wealthy patron or benefactor - some group of equally forward thinking visionaries to pretend to take them seriously long enough to adequately fund the artistic lifestyle to which they could so easily become accustomed - free instant access to artists thinkers supercomputers social networks in other words a brought ability to treat information as global capital flow - to plunge clever fingers in the digital matrix and directly interface with culture at the speed of collective artistic thought in some small way they might be doing it right now - 'hyper-advanced postmodern theory evolving consciousness realtime kinda' they just want someone - anyone - to think they're 'really on to something' - that they're clever enough to ask questions. nobody ever asks them any questions and ir sadness over not feeling wanted or liked for the strange thoughts in / channelled via ir brain makes ir silent sadness an existentially weighty burden they could do without note: £x doesn't buy a lot nowadays; they'd probably just spend most of it on sophisticated shameless self advertising and promotion for even more serious startup capital in order to perform some truly hardcore big science r&d" disclaimer: robert what - just another internet based delusion of grandeur; do not be fooled by anything they say or imagine - especially when they tell you not to believe in ir seemingly ambivalent / 'complex' relationship with ( eg culture capitalism art or ideas) "cool story bro" // republic of bob