If anyone sells their work to a Person that they know before hand do not care or bother about it's meaning, or at the very least what the Artist is trying to express. It... in my opinion defeats the whole purpose of creating art in the first place. Right? Unless you're in for the Money or fame. Both of which make me fucking sick. I rather get to the top (if that ever happens) being true and honest all the fucking way. Honest to my work. It may not mean much to you, but it does mean a lot to me. More than you think!
People always try to second guess artists... in my personal opinion, they get it wrong 99% of the fucking time. At least with my shit they do. Of course if a work of art transmits to you something that you feel a Connection with in any shape or form, even if not the Artist view, i'm totally cool with that. The one thing that really aggravates the fuck outta me, is when someone says they love a painting a lot (they want to buy it) but it means nothing to them, or they just simply start judging the work and words without properly experiencing it fully. Which is indeed fucking sad. How the fuck can you love a painting, a sculptures, a work of art in General... Yet not caring about it's meaning? Let me guess! the Colors will look good with your fucking walls?
If anyone sells their work to a Person that they know before hand do not care or bother about it's meaning, or at the very least what the Artist is trying to express. It... in my opinion defeats the whole purpose of creating art in the first place. Right? Unless you're in for the Money or fame. Both of which make me fucking sick. I rather get to the top (if that ever happens) being true and honest all the fucking way. Honest to my work. It may not mean much to you, but it does mean a lot to me. More than you think!
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I can honestly say that my work is the best of all. WHY not? I create the art that i want to create and i can create. I do it to the very limits of what my limits are. And the honesty is all there, as far as i am concerned. It is to me. So why would it be wrong to say YOU are the fucking best? If i wouldn't think my work is the best i wouldn't be doing it to start with. What is the Point of doing art that you have doubts about? I'm not scared of being arrogant as some of you may call it. And most importantly i'm not seeking for anyones approval. I love what i do, and i do it with Passion. You shouldn't be afraid of being arrogant. As Long as you are being honest with your work. FUCK it. Believe in it. Be arrogant, i fucking am!!!
I heard, i believe... someone saying that you shouldn't chase Money with art, you should chase art with Money. I on the other Hand, believe that you should just cut the fucking chase altogether and make art for what it's worth. make art for yourself. make art that means something to you, something that can mean something to others. you gonna get there if the art, the message is good, and powerful. If not... which in most cases happens to be the truth. no amount of Money or chase will make you get there. None of the great artists i love and respect have ever done so , and they made it nevertheless. Their art had the power in their message, there was no need to try and convince people they were good. That's what i truely believe. That's why i would never fucking pay to have my work shown
anywhere... and i don't fucking care how nice or how famous the place may or may not be. And how many tv fucking stations or journalists are gonna be there. 'Cos those fuckers don't know shit about art, they are only in for the fucking money. But that's just me. You guys are free to do whatever the fuck you think is best with your careear and with your work. So i don't mean to offend anyone here, But if i did, well fuck it! I don't care, 'Cos i say what i want and i think my work is pretty clear on that. If you dont like it............maybe a bit of honesty will help you loosen up a bit. Isn't that what art is all about? To be loose? Honest! WASTED ON THE RHYTHM
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