All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
.. yes.. I have been vomiting for many years but there seems to be no end to it!!
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
– Simone de Beauvoir
I am oppressed, I am.. I AM!!!
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
– Henry Ward Beecher
…dark and alone but never lonely. I walk amongst friends and freaks in the world of the damned.
The artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he’s in business.
…. suicide survivor…. what sort of business are you referring to, sir? Still starving and can’t pay rent!
Abstract art is a product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.
I concur!! Whores rule the world with obscure ‘what-IS-that??!!!’ crap while the over glorified pimps count the coins!
Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
– Willa Cather
That explains it… What do you think, mate? Shall I sell out? Swallow turpentine, spit paint over canvas and call it “Auric Sunrise – The Sublime Vision of an Untalented Whore”… eh?? eh?? What’dya think??
Why so silent?…heeellloooooo?? anybody there???………….. did you all crawl back to your graves already?
The beast was here all along…