Sponsors of This Insane Life / 1 April 2008
It seems part of being an artist these days is seeking sponsorship to, well, eat. There are so many ethical dilemmas involved in that, but I am not going to go into that here. Working for a variety of arts organisations means I have seen things like a major accounting firm sponsoring anarchic art.
This got me thinking: who would sponsor me as a mad person? I already know the answer: pharmaceutical companies. I know they are desperate to sponsor mental health arts events for the PR - because they are not exactly sexy -unless they do viagra too.
They know that people take their meds because they have to, or because they are addicted to them or will suffer from withdrawl otherwise. Jeez, there are even laws in the pipeline to make it compulsory to take your meds. The FACT that it will knock years off your life is seen as a mere side effect.
All these things make it very easy for me to turn down pharmaceutical sponsorship, which I have done. But just imagine any advertisements that come from it. Up and coming skateboarders and bands wear their sponsors clothes, shoes and sunglasses. Can you imagine me, wearing a syringe up my arse, doing the lLargactyl shuffle, bumping into walls because of blurred vision, and drooling out the side of my mouth? Sexy? I think not.
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