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i don't know exactly when collecting became a practice instead of a habit, but at some point the gm posts started to mean something different. they were no longer just hellos. they were a decision about what to hold up. what to say this matters to — without needing to explain why.
i came to digital art late and early at the same time. late relative to the people already building things on tezos and ethereum years before i knew what a mint was. early relative to everything that hasn't happened yet. april 2021 i made the account. the world was still figuring out what an NFT was. honestly so was i. i just knew something was happening with art that i hadn't felt before. that pull — i've learned to trust it more than any framework.
the thing about collecting is that people assume it's about accumulation. about having. but for me it has always been closer to curation. closer to a statement of belief. when i buy a piece i'm not just buying pixels or code. i'm saying i think this person's vision deserves to persist. and in a space where so much is ephemeral, where platforms fold and feeds move on, that act of insisting something deserves to persist takes on a different weight.
that's how Bookends started, really. i wanted to look at the edges of things. the first mint. the last mint. the two poles of a collection that might hold more story than everything in the middle. there's something in those endpoints — who was there at the beginning, who was still there at the end — that tells you something true about how a work moved through the world. was it scooped immediately by the same ten wallets that scoop everything? did it close quietly, barely noticed? or did those last mints represent someone who saw what others missed and waited until they could?
i've gotten a little obsessed with the idea that quality surfaces eventually. not always. not fast enough. but eventually. scarcity is the laziest argument in this space. i've watched larger editions become canonical and watched limited one-of-ones gather dust. it's the work. it's always the work. and it's the demand that flows from people who actually look at the work, feel something, and don't need someone else to tell them what to feel.
the trad art world — i stopped waiting for them. i used to. that was a kind of insecurity, i think. a need for old structures to validate the new ones. but i'm chain agnostic and institution agnostic and slowly becoming validation agnostic. what i'm not agnostic about is the art. i still believe that more than anything. the excitement is here. galleries are closing. the world is changing. we don't need to ask permission for that to be true.
i feel the weight of this moment sometimes. we are in one of those rare historical windows where art has a real job to do. not commentary necessarily — i've thought about this a lot. sometimes good art is just a mirror without a caption. reality placed in a new context hands the viewer back their own capacity for meaning-making. that's not a lesser thing. that's a different kind of faith in the person looking.
but there is also the chaos. the bot noise. the ai infofi farms. the engagement you can't verify, the sincerity you can't confirm. it makes you want to be legible to yourself. you need to know what you actually think, what you actually feel, because the signal is getting harder to find inside all the noise. "you need to be clear in yourself to survive the coming period of thought-chaos." i quoted that. i didn't write it. but i've been living inside it ever since.
i think about what it means to put something on-chain. really think about it. there's the version that's all market mechanics. and then there's the other version — the one i find more interesting — where encoding something immutably is an act of faith. faith that what you chose to preserve was worth preserving. that the artist's vision deserved a permanent address. sasha stiles. rafael rozendaal. sofia crespo. robness. qubibi. guppy. these aren't just names in my collection. they're a record of what i believed at the moment i believed it. permanently.
i've felt bad sometimes buying counter-culture art. definitionally, by buying it, you pull it a little toward the center. you legitimize it. that tension doesn't resolve cleanly. but maybe that's the honest version of collecting — not the clean heroic narrative about taste, but the messy one where you're implicated in what you love and you have to make peace with that.
what i want for this space is simple and hard at the same time: i want someone new to walk in and feel something. not bounce off the esoteric. not need a phd in wallet infrastructure just to get to the art. we're not there yet. still too impenetrable. still too much for insiders by insiders. but the direction is right if the people who actually care stay in the room and keep making it easier to enter.
i'll keep posting gm. i'll keep watching what gets minted and what gets ignored and what gets rediscovered. i'll keep finding the bookends, the first and the last, because that's where i find something true about how a work of art was received by the world that received it.
and i'll keep holding what i believe is worth holding.
— sonso. the art is the argument.
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