i had some sort of artistic epiphany just now. i don’t know how to explain it.
it is something that i have been on the verge of for i think many years, maybe, and i just broke through.
i think that create is somehow a misnomer. an artist is a polished individual capable of reflecting this thing called “art” which exists on a different plane, one never visited by non-artists…
there are shortcuts to this plane through drugs, through sex, whatever, but to see it through your own eyes, to be there on that landscape, to ponder it when absorbed by it completely, to see yourself reflected in it and to be able to reflect it back to others… it’s like seeing pictures in a travel brochure suddenly in front of you in six dimensions, with 5 primary colors.