To make Art is to suffer, for as one becomes the flugelhorn of society blown painfully into evaluative recluses and try most times in futility to question social construct, our weakness in doing embalms us with nihilism. So as we get pulled with the speedy dynamics of our time we are therefore drawn to seek rest especially when we obtain a little bit of the things we desired that set us on the path of questions such as love, money security among other things.
In that case however, our art also suffers we become predictable, typical and happy. Unable to feel, with no attrition and calm. it makes our work spoilt, lazy and phallus sucking. especially if we are finally accepted into a circle of "intelligentsia" who accepts, checks and approve our work based on their own flawed and rich perspective. We become blind somewhat to the ills of our time and society and how little we can still do.
This is a call for all artist to suffer, like Dostoevsky on the farmland so that when we do we can become one with the struggling, have pains and story that give us better idea for better works while we strive to make our own better. For as we drop sweats we are purge of all false sense of security and are open to the wild nature of things, there is something about exerting our muscles while keeping our mouth shut that seems to bring clearer thoughts and ideas to us. And as we engage ourselves our mind also work and create thought process and ideas for our works and as we improve our society we become also better people and artists.
So instead of spending so much money on that dream loft with a distinct coffee smell and fur laden couch we can look for ow best to travel to different communities and provide help as we are also helped.
by
Victor Samuel
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