| | Emotional Rebellion |
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| | | | So right now my emotions are larger than my concepts. That is to say, they have more power than my want to focus on my concepts. Yup, mama gots the blues. So I am succumbing to them artistically. That may not sound like much of a rebellion but I have always confronted whatever craptastic situation I was dealing with with all the tenacity I could muster and stood up in the name of bringing happiness back. I had always thought Aristotle had it right when he said our goal is happiness. I thought that was pretty cool and it seemed a little silly to continue living on this planet if I wasn't going after it. So I did. But this time, I am not standing up against the negativity that has come awash over my existence yet again. In fact, I don't think I could. I don't have the tenacity anymore. I don't have the motivation. Dreams don't come true and I'm tired of the pursuit being an impossible challenge with only fleeting moments of goodness until the next thing comes along and rips the smile off my face. So there's the rebellion. I'm giving in. I'm not going to paint in the name of hope. I'm not Pandora, ain't got not box. The one I had got burnt up, rained on, and pummeled and there went hope, escaping, never to be seen again. So there. Now I am your stereotypical tortured artist. Misunderstood, rejected, & dejected. At the end of the day, the walls will still be pretty, they'll just be a little more abstract now. | |
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