I don't really know why art is important to me. Is it something you can go without? I feel like I see it everywhere seeping through the cracks in the foundations of ten thousand things. It's not just the art you think of when you think of art. It's the art of small things. The art of things so vast they defy our imagination. The art of a body of a leaf of a number of a smell. The art of fucking and laughing and crying and dying. Breathing and bagging groceries, "paper or plastic man." Plastic.. I am a plastic man. I have dead eyes and sour scowl cast on my face no matter what I'm feeling. What am I feeling. The disconnect: the difference between what I'm experiencing and what I'm feeling, that is the art of me.
There it is, the art of stress. The steam begging to be harnessed. The machine of things. The art of energy, kinetic and raw. I wish I could be everywhere all at once. I wish I could experience the whole art of things all in one fat drop. Life and death all in one breath and the pure awe of the art of things to put on and wipe off that god damn smile on your face. How could I ever feel empty with so much art in this world. So go ahead man... drop your bomb.
There it is, the art of stress. The steam begging to be harnessed. The machine of things. The art of energy, kinetic and raw. I wish I could be everywhere all at once. I wish I could experience the whole art of things all in one fat drop. Life and death all in one breath and the pure awe of the art of things to put on and wipe off that god damn smile on your face. How could I ever feel empty with so much art in this world. So go ahead man... drop your bomb.