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Why I Created FUCK ART
A hobby became a refusal to accept the Art world as it was presented to me.
I began painting quietly, as a hobby, without a business plan, a manifesto, or some grand artistic identity waiting to be revealed.
But the deeper I wandered into the Art world, the more I began to see what lived behind the curtain: pretence, gatekeeping, manufactured meaning, empty language and, far too often, bullshit. I watched it happen to a friend. I heard it in gallery conversations. And after years of working behind the scenes at Art events, I came to understand how different the industry could look when no one thought the audience was listening.
The original idea behind FUCK Art was unapologetically literal: Art created while fucking. That chapter will come later, when the brand is ready to explore it fully. I bought the domain six years ago and carried the idea with me ever since. For reasons I cannot entirely explain, now simply feels like its time.
Then I became a Parent, and the idea grew beyond me.
When my son was born, instinct told me to create something that could outlive us both, something that might become my retirement, his inheritance, and a life built around presence rather than absence. A life that allows me to watch him grow instead of surrendering those years to a mundane nine-to-five, basic pay and work that holds no meaning.
FUCK Art is not a rejection of Art itself. It is a rejection of everything that prevents Art from being honest.
It stands for authenticity, freedom of expression and fairness within an industry that has not always been fair. It is a place where creativity does not need permission, approval or explanation before it is allowed to exist.
Oiduts Trakcuf is a lost soul searching for a way home, exploring Emotion, identity and the hidden parts of the self through creative expression. Each Emotion is part confession, part experiment and part becoming.
This is Art without permission.