Another quickie for today because, well, it’s just been that kind of life lately.
It occurs to me that most art is simply the act of finding something so beautiful/powerful/transcendent/important within yourself you have no choice but to share it with the rest of the world, and in doing so, transform a bit of it. Like I said in a song once, it’s loving what you have so much you have to give it all away.
And some art is simply the act of filling your own world so thoroughly with the products of your own imagination that it starts to leak out onto unsuspecting passers-by.
It really gets interesting when the two collide.
Peace, beautiful people.
P.S. NONE of what I wrote up there explains why on earth I thought this was the epitome of genius for five minutes when I was 16.