Everything must have a purpose. Your actions, your thoughts, your art. No longer is beauty or the asthetic of an object the main goal. If it doesn't have meaning it becomes meaningless.
Purpose is tiring.
I miss making the art just because it is there and it was created. Now you have to have an essay and bibliography to back up your insanity. Which trying to make sense of the insane is a project in and of itself.
Moving on with life.
I have been observing and writing more...but it is not complete so instead here are two short questions that I, eventually in time, will be able to answer for myself.
- What is mightier? The brush or the sword?
- What is the requirement for art to be, well, art?
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