The Secret Life Of Dummies

ON BEING AN ARTIST Wouldn’t it be wonderful if everyone could feel what everyone else felt? The true essence of what it means… to be alive… singularly… in a collective kind of way. Transporting what you are, who you are, and most profoundly, what that seems to mean; for in reality you are as far away from yourself as everyone else is, a stranger who is constantly translating every new action that occurs into what you are…becoming… at this point in time. Being an artist, starts with a feeling that you want to convey those feelings that you are feeling, in order to connect to others… what they are feeling themselves, by offering your perspective, whether it be good, bad or indifferent, because that changes too, just like who you are. The abstract quality of life leads an artist to want to clarify this obscurity, to gain the attention of others in attempt to say, ” I don’t know what you know, you don’t know what I know, but the journey that we are sharing, although vague and uncommunicable is all we have, and this is what I am feeling, this is what I am making, this is my point in time, does it coincide with yours?” If not, that is okay too, because I am not you, and you are not me, we are only roommates here on Earth, a strange place where we can try to make something real, or simply exchange our feelings about how unreal that is. In summation, the world is beyond me, I don’t understand it, so I try to fabricate meaning out of my confusion… more or less… I attempt to translate my life into a fixed moment that makes sense, but for all intensive purposes will never make anything more than a two dimensional metaphor of everything I don’t understand.