Art is no longer something to remember. Art is something to forget, to flip through, to browse, to vacate the space, to let go.
People will always say your idea has been done before, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you haven’t done it.
Show this to your shitty Uncle Glen.
Even at a very young age, I knew I should ignore almost everything my grandmother said. She was one of those adults who was always trying to get you in trouble with the other adults, like your parents. But she had such fun doing it, it was hard to resist.
Shouldn’t we be allowed to shape it in any way we choose?
There hasn’t been anything that quite had the magic of this show, before or since.
To the dreamers. To the travelers I’ve met and to the travelers who I have yet to meet, and by travelers I mean soul mates too.
“So from all of us here, I’d like to wish you happy painting, and God bless, my friend.”
I’m not who I used to be, I can’t expect to live that way. It’s been too long.
For better and for worse, artistic people like to jump the gun a bit when it comes to love.