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my first exhibition of drawings will take place in a Christmas market in a small country full of troglodytes. anything not to disappoint my father, the human ingenuity. I paint self-taught to love and to find a way out of madness. more or less. I am a realist, I do not like the art world, everything is big business. I can not sell a product of the mind like candy, I can not put a price on an idea to an emotion. It makes no sense! or maybe it has, but right now I'm so confused. people prefer to go to IKEA to buy a print or something that really has a name behind! There is a particular category of people who say oh I just do not understand anything .... but I am beautiful. people bad boys! actually means that they suck, because it is not understand or have studied, these sensations. a product of the mind is not quantifiable, is not tradable, the fire, the ace of clubs, the sun in your face, the title of the song Lanegan, the beginning ....... everything was not born to be the one. all others are artisans.
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