“Let  Them Eat Cupcake!”  
            by Darrell Taylor (2014) 
          ARTIST'S  STATEMENT 
                      Art must  provoke. A work of art must challenge aesthetic expectations and  tired clichés  of its medium. Whether  “rules” of style, color, subject matter, taste, or social norms  of propriety, power, and normalcy, art must provoke--or it is not  art, but interior decoration, a prop for tyranny and a tranquilizer  for the soul. 
          I  “paint” with appropriated images from the web, and from my  previous work—hundreds of them—resizing, painting over, and  distorting in Photoshop on the computer, to make them fit together  into a collage-mural that pretends to be a photograph taken with a  single shutter click.  I have been making these “surreallegories”  for more than twenty years, adapting my methods as photo manipulation  software has grown more powerful. My work tends towards satire,  politics, and critique of exploitation and human suffering. It  skewers, where possible, the sacred cows and distorted “values”  of class society. (See www.photocollagist.com for a sample of prior work.) 
          The  subject matter of the current work is personal.  My grandfather and  grandmother, three aunts, my mother, and other family members worked  for Commander Mills in Oklahoma—a cotton mill bought by the town  founder, Charles Page, in South Carolina, then shipped and  reassembled in my little town just outside Tulsa.  My brother was a  union man—a steamfitter for the Sheffield steel mill in that same  town. On graduating high school, I worked at a non-union cardboard  box factory, as did my father after I left for college. I spent my  professional life as a professor of philosophy and member of PSC-CUNY, affiliated with the AFT  Local  #2334 union in New  York.  I learned early to see society from the bottom up--from the  standpoint of those who actually do the work, make the products, and  live in fear of the corporations that decide their fate.  When the  cotton mill and steel mill were closed, our town, as I knew it, died—cut in half  by an interstate highway, and offering no viable alternative job  options. 
          I  heard from family members in Oklahoma, just as Mainers have been  known to say, “God bless the mill! They put bread on our table.”   And it is true that often the mill jobs were better than the  alternatives, including hunger.  But working conditions were tough.   Temperatures would reach 115 degrees with 90% humidity on the  spinning floor.  Work days were long and exhausting.  When mill  owners lost profits after the Great War, and instituted the “stretch  out,” increasing hours, reducing wages, the people had had enough.   So in 1934 strikes occurred spontaneously in many states, especially  in the non-union South—for fair wages and working conditions, and  most state governors declared martial law and called out the National  Guard to break the strikes. Strikers and by-standers were shot and  killed.  Biddeford workers walked out, and the Governor used the  National Guard to force them back to work, and to discourage  organizing, though violence in Maine was, thankfully, minimal. We no  longer live in a Maine based in manufacturing (shoes, paper, fish  canning, cotton sheeting, etc.), but one based in tourism,  amusements, banking, insurance, and paper-shuffling.  
          Labor  struggle and the situation of mill workers in England led Friedrich  Engels to write The  Condition of the Working Class in England in 1844, and, after introducing Marx to his work he collaborated with  him on The Communist  Manifesto four years  later, beginning a partnership that lasted until after Marx's death,  when Engels set about editing the multiple volumes of Marx's major  work, Capital. It  might thus be fair to say that political history from the mid-19th  century to the current day was largely formed by conflicts arising  originally in the cotton mills.  (My satirical tribute is to show  Marx and Engels arriving at the mills on a sight-seeing bus tour.) 
          Political  art is doubtless as old as art, itself, but it has flourished since  the 19th   century.  Think of the work of Goya, Géricault,  David, Grosz, Rivera, Picasso, Daumier, Orozco, Ernst, the  Surrealists, and in our own time, Ai Weiwei, Kara Walker, Barbara  Kruger, and scores of others. These giants saw ways to call public  attention to injustice and to the struggles of the working poor,  whether in China, England, the South, or the mill towns of  Massachusetts and Maine.  
          This  mural is dedicated to the working people of Southern Maine, now and  before.  In the past two years Biddeford/Saco was embroiled again in  labor struggles of national significance—the Hostess Cupcake strike  and subsequent bankruptcy and sale of the bakery to preclude fair  negotiation.  I have fictionally conflated the mill struggles of old  with these recent events.  Recently the Market Basket conflicts and  resolution have provided another case study for Maine's labor  history. The pattern of boom and bust runs through so much of our  history: the rise and fall of Great Northern Paper in Millinocket,  where the old mills, a high-wage resource for workers only 50 years  ago, are now being demolished for resale as scrap.  
          Biddeford  is pursuing a more optimistic path, hoping to convert the mills into  enterprise zones and business incubators.  Time will tell whether  this strategy can succeed.  Though “Let Them Eat Cupcake!” takes  a cynic's satirical view of capital's ventures in effecting change,  it is my hope that the “rebirth” of Maine's old mill towns take  full account of the needs of working people, and not serve merely as  more trickle-up profit-taking by corporate owners and investors. 
          NOTE: Many satirical references  and jokes in the picture will require a bit of searching.  I rendered  the historical past of the mills in semi-transparent black and white  to suggest the “ghosts” that haunt these old buildings and  streets. 
          This  is a work of fictional art: any resemblance to actual existing  people, corporations, places, or events is...somewhat...coincidental. 
            
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