In line with the ironic fashion this universe normally chooses to operate, my first post - the one that started this damn blog to begin with - popped in my head.
The post where I struggled to rationalize my internal feelings towards art, and match it up with the rest of the world, and see where it fits. How it fits. I was trying so hard to find some kind of connection, some way that everything made some fucking sense.
But those were just words.
A thought that would have temporarily turned my world upside down dawned on me:
I STILL have no idea what it means to be an artist.
But maybe I'm growing up, because I don't give a damn.
DO YOUR THING, AND HAVE FUN or else its all a waste of time
p.s. This is Post 451 - i'm not smart enough to make the Farenheit 451 joke, but its out there.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
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"Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. Nobody knows what is going to happen to him from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it's true of everybody. Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace."
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