The biggest question, and most impossible to
answer, that I keep asking myself is "Why art?" It makes no sense. Is it
just ego? I mean there are libraries full of books that seek to explain
it, so I suppose I should humble myself that I shall never know the
answer. Though I don't think I really want to know the answer and I
definitely don't think it's for me to decide. A blank piece of paper is
art to some folks....therein lies part
of the problem. What people think....I like to think I do my art for
myself. If it attracts an audience, well, I certainly appreciate it. I
guess I wouldn't be showing it to the world if I didn't care. Sure, I
care...I want people to maybe see things differently or think about
something they never thought about before. I know, looking back, that I
certainly had people or places that I visited that open a window on the
stale air of the room I was occupying at the time.
Or is just having a pretty picture to hang over the couch that matches the upholstery?
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