The past few days have served as a perfect reminder as to why art is rapidly becoming an endangered species and I'm using this figure of speech here knowing that it will not bode well with quite a few.
The above may have sounded artsy, however I cannot place enough emphasis on the fact that artistic expression is in peril, vastly because people nowadays are disinterested and unmoved from the alternative and are easily bored from the flashes of creativity. Creativity perplexes life because it requires of you to think, in order to comprehend its innovation and worst of all it requires of you to feel.
People tend to repel emotions, unless we are talking about their daily hit of joy, wrath, anger and bitterness of course. But art is, more often than not, above all that. Art is about complexity and for those who doubt, reflect for a moment on "the Marriage of Heaven and Hell" by William Blake.
Lastly, art, serves nowadays as the last bastion for those who wish to remain different; for those who wish to strive to seek fractals of perfection; for those who will not bow down to mediocrity.
Society will not accept its outliers. Alea jacta est. Art will die and all us demented thinkers will go down with her ...
The above may have sounded artsy, however I cannot place enough emphasis on the fact that artistic expression is in peril, vastly because people nowadays are disinterested and unmoved from the alternative and are easily bored from the flashes of creativity. Creativity perplexes life because it requires of you to think, in order to comprehend its innovation and worst of all it requires of you to feel.
People tend to repel emotions, unless we are talking about their daily hit of joy, wrath, anger and bitterness of course. But art is, more often than not, above all that. Art is about complexity and for those who doubt, reflect for a moment on "the Marriage of Heaven and Hell" by William Blake.
Lastly, art, serves nowadays as the last bastion for those who wish to remain different; for those who wish to strive to seek fractals of perfection; for those who will not bow down to mediocrity.
Society will not accept its outliers. Alea jacta est. Art will die and all us demented thinkers will go down with her ...
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