If ever there was a day to write today is the day. I'm pretty pissed off at the world. I mean how fucked up is a world that doesn't appreciate artists? Some would say not fucked up at all, artists are a waste of time money and skin. To those people I say go live in pleasant-ville and die of television induced stupidity. What do people really think of artists? How many people even think of artists at all? How many people buy "art" for their home that matches their decor and then never even look at that painting/sculpture again? How many other people buy art because they are pretentious snobs and they just want to show off to the other pretentious snobs they hob-nob with? Okay some people appreciate art, if it looks realistic, if its something they can understand or immediately relate to. Like pablum. We do not live in a world where challenging yourself through visual media is a popular endeavor. I hate this. And today I feel as if I don't even belong in such a mundane, mediocre world.
I'm not saying that there aren't people who live breathe and fuck for creativity and everything that passion gestates; but then again we live in a world where people are passionate about hamburgers and reality shows. Not someones soul ripped out and splashed upon a page or a canvas or a brick wall. We don't really give it much thought when someone eke's out their last breath with a chisel or a saw. Because, well shhhh toddlers and tiara's is on, who has time to think about Carr or O'Keefe or Yuxweluptun or Poitras-Ash or Somerset? And I'm okay with suffering, but why do artists have to suffer so fucking much? Why do we have to cut off limbs and amputate our spirits to live in a world too busy trying to figure out which plastic celebrity is pregnant? Why do we have to choose art over children and then live with monkeys? There are so many people who work at jobs they hate to live in a cookie cutter house, and if they do have spare time? They dust all their "things" the "things" they keep under lock and key as they succumb to the fear that someone is going to take that which has enslaved them. And you know what? If you are an artist you've heard this rant a million times before. In a thousand differant voices. Even if you aren't you've probably watched "Fight Club" at least once. And for one glorious moment you maybe experienced some clarity, then you finished off your poisonous cola drink and forgot about it. Its easier to stay asleep, believe me. So why did I choose to wake up? I have this inkling I was born with my eyes open and thats why I chose to enter the world ass first. There's some Art for you.
Right on Leah...Dig this, Say it loud and proud.
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