I can’t stand the word archive anymore. Every curator is an artist and every artist is a wannabe curator. The tables have flipped almost perfectly against the artist in every imaginable way when it comes to vanguardism and edginess. No longer, it seems, does the average artist work with any complex issues, though they may appear that way at first. The artist of today is content with towing the line of populist sentiment, pop and pseudo-philosophy, not even commenting on these issues as much as simply cleverly regurgitating what everyone already knows. The archive is just one of these recent developments that the artworld better soon forget because it is fucking up a whole generation of artists that could have otherwise been helpful in other lines of work, like the food and service industry. The ridiculousness of the archive is that as a term it has the right tone and desirability for the elite. It reeks of academicism, and importance. But this importance is also ve