Youth Novels
If your life was a story, would you read it? Or leave it wasted beneath treasured magazine stacks of distractions telling and showing the great arts of our times. Entertaining your mind, on how to stay wasted, millions of miles high, and far from home: where your sane hearts and sane brains look the same, aside from some growing pains... We are a social collective of kids on the look out for inspiration, culture and kicks. If you can dig it.
… All good things approach their goal crookedly. Like cats, they arch their backs, they purr inwardly over their approaching happiness: all good things laugh.
A man’s stride betrays whether he has found his own way: behold me walking! But whoever approaches his goal dances. And verily, I have not become a statue: I do not yet stand there, stiff, stupid, stony, a column; I love to run swiftly. And though there are swamps and thick melancholy on earth, whoever has light feet runs even over mud and dances as on swept ice.
Lift up your hearts, my brothers, high, higher! And do not forget your legs either! Lift up your legs too, you good dancers; and better yet, stand on your heads! … .
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(via terrorofexistence)
… why do so many claim to be an artist?
Art is not a trend. It is not your collection of mediums. It is not your mindset which allows an appreciation of anothers work.
I understand that an artist must be an active participant in the tradition. Someone truly capable of speaking the unviersal language of the arts; art must speak to the human condition. Your drawings are lines on paper until there is suggestion in the style. Your music is sound until there is mood and rhythm. Your ideas are thoughts until they can acknowledge their motivation. They’re all capable of beauty be not inherantly capable of art.
True art is great and evoked only when your mediums can transcend the particular. This duality is essential to true art because without context a variation can not be implied. An incredible intelligence is required to achnowlege a reality then explore a statement through expressing variations. True art is aware of circumstance.
Someday, I hope that I can make art.
“All too often, when we love somebody, we dont accept him or her as what the person effectively is. We accept him or her insofar as this person fits the co-ordinates of our fantasy. We misidentify, wrongly identify him or her, which is why, when we discover that we were wrong, love can quickly…
“Alienation as we find it in modern society is almost total… Man has created a world of man-made things as it never existed before. He has constructed a complicated social machine to administer the technical machine he built. The more powerful and gigantic the forces are which he unleashes, the more powerless he feels himself as a human being. He is owned by his creations, and has lost ownership of himself.”~ Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving
