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Tangent of the day for art
15 years ago
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Our lives need variety. But what purpose do those lives serve? Today I'd like to convince myself and anyone reading along that life serves an indeterminable purpose as true and bright and nebulous and meaningfully undefinable yet universal as only Art could be. Art is what you make it. For me Art is what it means to truly share with each other what it is that makes us individuals, and in this process we see that we are far more similar than we are different and that helping others is helping ourselves.
I'm saying its not just for "The Artists." Because we are all artists in our own ways and our art is the path we must all make through the experience of life. The primordial artist of my childhood said that sharing is always worth the struggle and the struggle is a measure of how much what you share is worth, so do yourself a favor and struggle your little heart out would you please? Starve in your winters so that you may be fruitful in your summers. It will make you feel alive.
An artist has to feel alive to have enough of a “soul” so that they can put it down on the piece of paper or spit it out in their words or light it off in the blaze of their actions. Though comfort is nice in small doses. I have learned to only indulge in it long enough to catch my breath or it will paralyze me creatively. I've learned that a life of self-indulgent comfort can quickly corrupt you to apathy. Having hopefully passed my most powerful time with Apathy I can only say that it is a very selfish way of coming to terms with suffering that will leave you the choice of sucking the life from others or living in xenophobic solitude.
The Buddhists say that life is suffering and so too I believe that we must suffer at times, though we suffer together it is only so that we can know joy when its time is upon us. With respect for each other as we toil in the "filth" of tasks we may not enjoy at times we learn to endure so that we can know that comfort and cleanliness has meaning. As any good composition has contrast so must our lives be a dance with death; to make the meanings of a grand design pop into light in our vast and tiny human minds so that we can see past the illusions our societies require and behold that life's purpose was one we already knew though we often forget.
I'm saying its not just for "The Artists." Because we are all artists in our own ways and our art is the path we must all make through the experience of life. The primordial artist of my childhood said that sharing is always worth the struggle and the struggle is a measure of how much what you share is worth, so do yourself a favor and struggle your little heart out would you please? Starve in your winters so that you may be fruitful in your summers. It will make you feel alive.
An artist has to feel alive to have enough of a “soul” so that they can put it down on the piece of paper or spit it out in their words or light it off in the blaze of their actions. Though comfort is nice in small doses. I have learned to only indulge in it long enough to catch my breath or it will paralyze me creatively. I've learned that a life of self-indulgent comfort can quickly corrupt you to apathy. Having hopefully passed my most powerful time with Apathy I can only say that it is a very selfish way of coming to terms with suffering that will leave you the choice of sucking the life from others or living in xenophobic solitude.
The Buddhists say that life is suffering and so too I believe that we must suffer at times, though we suffer together it is only so that we can know joy when its time is upon us. With respect for each other as we toil in the "filth" of tasks we may not enjoy at times we learn to endure so that we can know that comfort and cleanliness has meaning. As any good composition has contrast so must our lives be a dance with death; to make the meanings of a grand design pop into light in our vast and tiny human minds so that we can see past the illusions our societies require and behold that life's purpose was one we already knew though we often forget.
