On the Passing of Dash Snow

So provocative downtown NYC ‘artist’ Dash Snow has died from a heroin overdose.

Hmm.

My initial reaction is a mixture of further disdain for his entire schtick, and a bit of wonderment as to how he ended up the way he did, and in that vein (heh – no heroin pun intended), if there is anyway his life and work could be viewed, in hindsight, as important.

As it is, I don’t understand why he ever achieved any modicum of fame or success. Wait, fame I can see. People love to be shocked, they love the vulgar, the squalor, the self-destruction.

Being a suburban kid, without any real stake in the big apple, my first introduction to Snow came from New York Magazine a few years ago, when he and fellow ‘artists’ Dan Colen and Ryan McGinley appeared on the cover in a big article likening them to some sort of offspring of Warhol. I read every word and distinctly remember being bothered by it all. The glamorizing of drug use and anything you could imagine along with that territory. Being strung out when you take nude pictures of people isn’t art in my book. Or photos of people taking drugs. What makes any of these characters different from addicts hidden away, or even visible in other pockets of the world? Perhaps the fact that Snow was a member of an elite family was a large factor.

I could go on and on sounding like a conservative prude here (it’s quite a paradox, but I am a Gemini). I have my opinions about art, being the daughter of a very talented artist, and I have my opinions on people who waste their lives on drugs, being a person who, well, values life. Plain and simple.

With the recent passing of an icon with actual talent – Jackson – I have been sickened by the excess media coverage glorifying him, though he does deserve a large portion of the accolades. So I can’t help but wonder what kind of outpouring will follow this news of Snow’s passing (though it will definitely not be on such a large scale); how pathetic his admirers will sound when they exault him, for being such a ‘flawed’ and assuredly ‘deep’ individual.

The real tragedy here, much like in MJ’s case, lays with Snow’s daughter, Secret. Seriously that’s her name. Maybe this death will rouse the other wasters in Snow’s crowd to clean up their acts.

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8 thoughts on “On the Passing of Dash Snow

  1. i concur with everything you said! however, i chose to look at the positives of every individual and learn to take the positives from others into my own life.

    sure everything you said was true, in a sense, however we must not forget how troubled dash snow was… what were his demons? what caused him to act and/or be the way he was?

    some things about mr. snow i can relate to – the paranoia, the elusiveness, the wanting to get away from family, wanting to be free, etc. (although i don’t do the drugs and hyper-sexuality factor nor do i consider it “art” although it is quite fascinating at times).

    i don’t even think dash thought what he was doing was art – it was first simply a collection of photographs to help his memory from the night before. then others called it “art” and gave it praise. he simply was just being and others were doing all the work, in a sense. you know what i mean?

  2. elvia you sound so virtuous for being able to only focus on positives!

    I think everyone is troubled, in different amounts, for different reasons. Except for those who are too blissfully ignorant and simple-minded to be troubled. Plenty of very troubled people don’t self-destruct or glamorize their problems. They carry on.

    Even Snow’s plan to take a camera along to remember for him was just a desperate cry for attention, and a glimpse of how important he must’ve felt his life to be, to think it needed to be recorded at all. It was a token to demonstrate to everyone else how hard and tough he was, since he lived such an extreme life, and did things that eradicated his memory.

    I don’t think he was naive or innocent. He was toying with the art world, seeing what he could get by pushing the boundaries, knowing full well that he was not really an artist in the true sense.

  3. As an older artist (landscape painter) and therapist (for what that’s all worth), I was happily surprised to see some beautiful collage done by Dash, with images found on the Net. Clearly, we do not need schooling of any kind to create art, and there is talent to be found in anyone, even the most troubled. I also agree wholeheartedly with sohardtodefine (above), that each of us suffers through the experience of living, though some adapt differently, and all of us meeting our end at one time, one age, and in one way or another. Nice site!

  4. Well, your opinion aside, I knew Dash when he was younger and that wasn’t an attitude he *developed* for *show*. He was always like that. That wild thoughtless junkie spirit, while opposite from your ‘value’ for life (or is it?), is one of the many facets of manifestation of the complex thing that *life* is. Dear Gemini, you should know that in beauty there is also disgust, in pleasure pain, in reverence the *unholy*. Dash chose that particular spirit to draw his power from, and who are you to say weather or not his works were valid. You didn’t even know him. I certainly don’t agree that every work of his was *art* in the purest sense, but as any true artist knows, ALL *art* is in the eye of the beholder. People love Pollack, but I think he was a twisted sadist douchebag who ejaculated color onto canvas and was only famous because he was screwing the Guggenheim woman. Yet he’s one of the most famous *artists* in the world. So please, keep yourself open to the possibility that you have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, and are not a morally sound as you would like to believe. Even if you are, who cares? At least he LIVED.

  5. ‘K’ – I take it English isn’t your first language? Or are you another ‘wild thoughtless junkie’ who doesn’t believe in crafting proper sentences? Note that what you are commenting on, is a post that I wrote on MY blog, and therefore it matters not if you think I don’t know what I’m talking about. And if you don’t like what I write about, you don’t have to read it. But apparently my opinions were enough to incense you, and get traffic, so I guess I must be doing something right. I don’t need to know an ‘artist’ to be able to judge his ‘work’. Just as you don’t need to know Pollack to throw insults his way. Of course all art is in the eye of the beholder, but bear in mind, again, this is a personal blog, chock full of opinions. And lastly, in reference to your suggestion that I have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about, and to my moral soundness – you my dear do not know me. And you have a sad definition of ‘living’ if you think it involves drug abuse. Thanks for stopping by!

  6. Arion, thanks for your input too! I totally agree that a person doesn’t need formal training to be an artist. Is your work online at all?

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