where you can’t get in trouble for drawing on the walls is home
art has a cultural and social significance, if not even the ability to raise questions, evoke discourses, tell stories, provoke and convey ideas and emotions. it solves no significant purpose if kept to oneself other than a self-serving one (but that might just be a personal fear regarding my own work), nor does it do any different if its only purpose is to be sold.
i am not meaning to say every piece of work inevitably has to have a social or critical relevance, nor does each artist have to showcase his/her work for it to have a certain significance (only a ridiculously small percentage of artists do have the chance to do so anyways).
the process of creating, of even just consciously perceiving the world from a creative standpoint alone, is a sensual counter draft to the way we are brought up to move through this world. it is something a lot of people unlearn when growing up, but everyone bears the ability to do so, wether something is expected of them or not. and i feel as if this decelerating process of observing and creating is one, which is often laughed upon or not hold dear enough, unless it’s showcased in some elite context such as a gallery or turned into money.
do these loose thoughts answer your questions in any way or form?
Ruff Sqwad - Xtc instrumental
first impossibility: declaring it as »art«, second impossibility: determining its value. i have been asked to sell some work or the permission to use it for other purposes a couple of times, but did not really take the time to think it through. it seems very surreal to me.
i am not sure. perhaps »blauer samt« by torch (which would only ring a bell with the german hip-hop enthusiasts amongst my followers, hopefully) or »toxicity« by soad.
i was a strange kid with an exceptional (…) taste for music and most of it was handed to me by older friends, but by the time i started developing a distinct interest for music i mainly listened to german rap, alternative metal, classic, and jazz.
i have enough negativity seeded inside me as it is. why can i not save that up for my therapist and spread love, peace, and happiness on here instead? — now picture me frolicking around your neighborhood and sprinkling fairy dust.