Leave it alone.

September 8, 2013

People think that art is something else. Its spiritual. Or its economically viable. Or its eternal. Some say that art will save you. Meaning your soul. Or your sanity. All sounding like Madison Avenue philosophy. Something you could put on a cigarette package. Hallmark. Something written by Kahlil Gibran. Something glib.

Let me add my glib. Art is nothing. Do it. And then forget it. Look at it. And then go home and kick the cat. Listen to a whiff of it. And then pay your hydro bill.

his lonely nights are over