At this moment in time I really could careless if people enjoy what I make or not. Maybe that makes me selfish but it also makes me the artist and you the viewer. My art is thoughts and ideas that have no other way of escaping my body but through paint, clay, and gestures. I wonder what it is like for those who don't have a passion for the arts...where do their ideas go? Or do they ever leave the body? It must be troublesome to have all those emotions and nowhere to put them.
I just realized that I may need art more then art needs me.
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I think that all of us who are serious about art don't really have a choice about it, we have to create. The hard part is finding a line in which to balance our creativity and everything else in our life. How far are we willing to follow our creative compulsions?
This sounds like one of the programs they have for grief patience. Like art therapy.
I think even the greats didn't block out their audience's need completely. I think of like Andy Warhol. Even though he had he own rhythm, he listened and concidered he's fans.
Here here. The creation is the artm it is the point. Even if the end product, and sometimes especially, the end result don't amount to a hill-o-beans. I like what the Doc said about having to create. It's like a God-like OCD. Instead of making things purty or having to get everything in order, we have to give life to things that weren't here before us.
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