Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I have come to the conclusion that art is, indeed, poison.
It is a legal drug that will consume you, eat you alive, and regurgitate you in the form of a worthless, broke, and pathetic being.
You get a taste, thinking you want to make something beautiful, but you will just waste your time, money, and efforts.
If you are knowledgeable in the forms you could work a low paying job in an art store, where people who know what they are doing will ignore you, and those who do not will ask for help. The only answer you can muster up through your grinning teeth is that you shouldn't even bother fiddling with that garbage.
You will find yourself spending hundreds of dollars a year on supplies, in hopes that your dreams will one day come to fruition, but only end up miserable and poor. With a recession at hand art is the first to go. No one wants a picture hanging in their home, and even if they do they can probably find what they're looking for in a local superstore such as Wal-Mart, or Meijer.
So please, do not waste your time and emotion doing something that will not pay for itself.
Or do whatever you want, chances are I don't care what you do, just as much as you probably don't care what I'm saying.