Art POP is truly starting to assert itself like any 12-year-old boy blind to his need for deodorant. We know who we are. Our reason for making long, ranting Youtube videos is to talk about a contemporary art that gives us a reason to get up every morning. Art POP continues to seek out the kids that mix their highs and lows. We just want more followers than we follow.

Here’s something I’ve been thinking about surrounding all the recent current events: The artist and the mass killer are close genetic relatives. It’s as if one chromosome was rearranged, or they had one too many sips of Diet Coke before the age of two. It’s a jump that I will never fully understand. To be a successful artist or a headline-grabbing murderer you need a new idea, you need to innovate. Start by looking at where the boundaries lie and think outside of them. I’m thinking of you, shoe bomber – great idea, poor execution. The creative mind can be so positive, and scary. They both have a desire to be known for something they have done. They both work tirelessly towards this in solitary spaces, one in an overpriced area of Brooklyn, the other in a shitty “studio” apartment strewn with “materials” in Florida. Is the gun the new medium? Will we one day say the “Gun is Dead” like we say about painting? How do we stay on the right side of the ego? Would these people have done such horrific things if they had just taken that art class?

We all need a little creative art therapy. It’s too bad many people feel shame or think that they have no talent, because we all have the ability. Not only that, it just feels good to make something, it takes over your brain in a complete way. It’s pure meditation without shelling out money for a set of T.M. DVD’s. The group of artists that we put together for this year’s Art POP exhibition are the kids who never gave up. They chose art over spice racks. Although I’m sure a spice rack made it into an art museum somewhere. Positive creative energy over the shorter path to hate and fear.

Welcome to the show. It’s like the Venice Biennale run by a bunch of hungover idiots.