The Debt of Art Consolidation

As I wrestle with my own profoundly naive comprehension of this whole new grubby world of finance that has opened up before us all (like a beautiful, luxurious, exotic man-eating plant), I am constantly confronted by my ability to shoot myself in the foot, bite the hand that feeds me, cut off my own nose to spite your face.... I do think of myself as having good humor and even being a somewhat gentle soul so my problem is this: How to fend off the uglier side of feelings I have such as mistrust, suspicion and even bitter fury toward those who so easily and so calmly take advantage of the already disadvantaged. My mistrust is such that I am not sure I can see honest intent for what it is anymore.  That could become dangerously debilitating. Thus it is that I find myself skewered on the pitchfork of populist anger. I am the mobster stuffed in a plastic bag and left on the corner of a rundown street. My solution? I can speak only for myself. I want to feel good about the choices I make. If I make money I want to do so ethically. Now how naive is that? I want to make money for Art's sake!Too many make Art for money's sake. There was a fine article the other day that addressed just this issue: Tweaking the Big-Money Art World on its Own Turf. The artist William Powhida finds himself caught in that place I too am in-criticizing the whole world of branded artists and buyers and auction houses and then, though mildy, profiting from it. But don't worry! More angry art with bankers having rotten eggs thrown at them to come!!