Ideas and nonsense form some kind of equation that I just don't seem to get.... or maybe I do but concepts only twirl around like a classical ballet. A ballet of mould choreographed inside my tinned peach of a brain.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
If you copy yourself enough times you become very large.
After waking up this morning I read Keith Haring's journals for about an hour. At some point during this, I just got "it". I mean in the sense that even though I understood everything he wrote the whole way through, something just clicked and I just "got" it. At which point his artwork's became awesome to me, rather than just interesting art done by an eloquent man. Is that the whole game of art? Just making people feel like they've not just bought a gift token from your mind but they really "got it". So then I tried something I've never had an ability at.... simple, comical drawings :)
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