Just some late night gibberish, so my brain isn’t exactly conscious…
-A visual storyteller.
-A cryptograph of hidden subliminal messages.
-The means to physically express one’s emotions, thoughts, philosophies, and stories that cannot otherwise be expressed in words.
-The tool for the writing challenged, those that can’t write shit to save their lives, like myself.
-Subjective; basically, it’s Whatever the hell you want it to be. To not take the words of the snobby critics that believe they know exactly what the artist is trying to say by filling the entire room-size canvas with just a small dab of red dot.
-Freedom, a democracy. It’s not a right limited only to the few arrogant over-educated elitists who think they know art and make millions of bucks off of it.
-Not a fancy decoration for the dining room of a five star restaurant to collect the stench of grease and cigar smokes.
-To be read and understood even by a toddler. I admit I’ve come across many works of art and cannot figure them out, and I’m an artist. Just because I’m an artist doesn’t mean I instinctively get what is going through the noggins of other artists.
-A very messy messy affair. If you are a clean freak or germaphobe, don’t bother.
-A very crappy way to make a living, on the outside.
-A prison life sentence without possibility of a parole (or rather, retirement in comfort).
-A profession without the dullness of a white collar cubicle work.
-A mystery. Even Picasso doesn’t know (whaaat?).
Feel free to comment if you agree/disagree, or better if you want to add one of your own. 🙂