"Bad artists always admire each others work",
I read from critical Wilde today.
Which threw my objective into a quandary,
If Success is having nothing to say.
I read from critical Wilde today.
Which threw my objective into a quandary,
If Success is having nothing to say.
I agree with Wilde, art begins as an expression of the lonely ego (those who don't fit are always the greatest narcicists by default!) and until praise ceases to be a principle reason for the creation of art it cannot be honest. That said I still need praise, does that make me a hack? Perhaps. I have come to terms with being a hack, it seems the logical first step to becoming something else.
I love that you called me "cheeky"!