Domenica 9 Gen 2011, 15:18

I think there is something about creative expression that requires a certain degree of separation between the artist and the audience.

There is some tendency, I think, to believe that what we have to offer creatively is some precious part of ourselves. Some tentative expectation that it be appreciated as such and maybe even cherished.

It isn't of course. It is merely communication and only has as much value as the person receiving it places on it. For the people who know us, there isn't much value in the things we think and feel and express in an empty room by ourselves. What has that to do with them?

It is only when the artist is removed from the art. When the only context an audience has is their own lives and experiences that these "conversations with ourselves", as a friend once described them, can communicate anything of value.

Also, it's snowing for the first time this winter and I'm starving and don't feel like going to the store. Probably only the possibility of running out of cigarettes will get me out of the house.

Self-destructive addiction FTW!

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