RANT
To be honest Art really pisses me off.
I do not know how to express my ideas and have conversations with other Artists, especially in the presence of a debate. I do not speak the same language as an Artist. I have no clue what the Artist is saying when I communicate with one, they use words and names I have no idea about.
So I just resort to making Art as I understand my own language.
I have been engulfed by Arts contradiction of existence with its spiral of depth, because, as I said, “I resort to making “Art”.
The thing is, I am not an Artist and I do not make Art, the reality is, my ideas are simply, made into Art by the environment I am surrounded in.
Confusing or does it make sense?
