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my sec­ond post here. the blank can­vas lies before me, or the blank page if you’re a writer (like myself). it could be ter­ri­fy­ing for some but that’s only because of pas­sion, excite­ment, and adven­ture. art isn’t hard, nei­ther is writ­ing. we just make it thus. we want these oft addic­tive hob­bies to be more than they actu­al­ly are (or aren’t?).

I have a unpop­u­lar opinion(s) yo:

  • art isn’t love
  • art isn’t life
  • art isn’t religion
  • art does­n’t solve prob­lems, but it can (it can make you $$)
  • it can instill pas­sion, but isn’t passion
  • it can stim­u­late con­ver­sa­tion, but isn’t conversation
  • its eas­i­er than some might think, and even eas­i­er than what the mul­ti­tudes already do
  • Picas­so once said: he spent a life­time to learn to cre­ate art as a child does
  • read these books: the Art Life, Art & Fear, and the Artist’s Life. And in no par­tic­u­lar order
  • if you’re a human being, you are art.

but this isn’t about art I just want­ed to plug this in.

I’m think­ing about what to write about nowa­days. I have plen­ty and I have none. despite what peo­ple and anti-cul­ture dic­tate: life isn’t con­stant­ly fun, it isn’t con­stant excit­ing, action packed, and stim­u­lat­ing. if it were it would actu­al­ly be more bor­ing. it is qui­et, it is still, it moves at its own rhythm + tem­po. once being an urban­ite I had to con­stant­ly be in move­ment, much like in mar­tial arts. it’s like being in improv you act spon­ta­neous­ly. the ‘actors’ (snig­gers) have to role­play out the key­words the crowd toss­es. they take what sounds the eas­i­est, ignor­ing yours obvi­ous­ly. unless the chick actress wants drinks and sexy-time with you, then nev­er call you again. well that is an exhaust­ing exis­tence, its not sus­tain­able. and we won­der why there’s so much stress, chron­ic ill­ness­es, emo­tion­al dis­or­ders in soci­ety today. tech­nol­o­gy does­n’t help much but is an enabler actu­al­ly. peo­ple now more than ever are thirsty for rel­e­van­cy, for their 5 min­utes of viral fame­whore fan­fare. atten­tion deficit econ­o­my. nar­cis­sists try­ing to steal your atten­tion off of oth­er narcissists.

it’s nei­ther healthy nor sane. nei­ther is delu­sion­al denial that it is.

 

 

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1.5 Korean đŸ‡°đŸ‡· + Portuguese= 110% Americano đŸ‡ș🇾 but self identify as full blown Mexican (that was what's called a joke, I know its a thought crime nowadays). Chicago excommunicato now living the dream in the Nicolas Spark's setting of North Carolina đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š in middle of somewhere. besides being a voracious reader also: a writer, visual poet (an artiste + designer have a 💔 child), actual poet, tech priest, amateur chef and karaoke master. Admittedly a food snob and a bit of a â™Ș snob. sorry for the long blah blah this was starting to feel like a dating profile for a second there.