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RE: Contest: Art Commenting Contest
I read your first comment again and this one
There's no importance or purpose to art besides whatever you attribute subjectively
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if you package it just right you might elevate yourself enough to get recognized. Have some fireworks, wear a french beret. Just lean into that whole artiste thing and find like-minded people who play along
It is actually what @tezzmax said (everyone can call himself an artist) and what @joslud also remarked (the artist enjoyed doing it).
Enjoy doing it, wear the French Barret, call yourself an artist and find people who play along. It sounds like the recipe for becoming an artist.
There's nothing wrong with it in principle and I don't hate anybody for making a dollar, but then sometimes things are taken too far. Nonetheless I guess a little bit of mimicry is part of human cultural dynamics. It's just when nepotism takes over and the whole thing becomes some borderline scamtastic business model micromanaged by an algorithm. I guess there's a place for that too, but that's more like Art™ rather than self-expression.
Again, I really don't know what I'm talking about and I wouldn't call myself an artist either or, but there's nothing to express without holding on to your soul. Maybe that's the point anyhow. Or rather, the cultivation of that quientessence and the kind of self-discovery implied by the process. Not necessarily just individually, but also in terms what goes on around you. If there's a separation in the first place.
It feels as if you know what you are talking about just like everyone who speaks from his soul and not the dollars than can be made if.
How are you doing?
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The sun goes up, the sun goes down. I wonder, did something just crawl into that old sock of mine? Maybe, maybe not. I close my eyes and start dreaming. Sometimes I don't even bother to undress, other times I don't wear pants. I brush my teeth in the shower, but I'm not showering every day. Meanwhile days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and soon it will be 2025. The future is now.
That doesn't look familiar besides I have a couch now. Save some bear for me.
I recognize a lot except for something crawling in my sock. It remains empty for the biggest part of the year. Santa doesn't exist where I live. I'm also out of chocolate. The future is now but was yesterday as well, 2027. Do you hibernate?
We can have some fun. Did you give scribbling a try yet?
We can watch a film togehter or talk. Let me know. Sad or not I like what you wrote.