In the interim for the resurrection of the systems, ideologies and morais of the American identity there is a call for the reimagining of the American Artist. There is a job description that has never been written without compromising the title of “Artist” to human resource scrutiny. There is a void in society that is echoed in every state, city, and community. Some artists have strayed under the risk of poverty and others have developed careers out of their fine art degrees for the greater consumer good of the American dream.

There are bands of Artists whose calling have gone unredeemed by the lack of opportunity to contribute to culture without a marketable appeal. Artist in small towns as in big cities have been lead to interrogate the nature of their visions and contributions in the absence of a corporate title or a barista’s apron.  

Today from the echoes of burst bubbles there is a call of arms to the American Artist. There is corner office vacant for the cultural engineers to build bridges from the media hype to the reality of communities depraved of meaning. There are men in ties sobering from their high who’s killer instincts need to be tamed to build a new foundation in the forth dimension. The Artist is a preordained leader with the qualifications of vision and the skill set to execute the collective dream that is being drafted from the round tables of occupied cities. There is no deadline, submissions are always accepted, but the need is abundant, we are looking for Artist to lead the way to rebuild this fatherless county.