The saying goes that a picture paints a thousand words.
Of all the pictures I have of four of the best months of my life spent at the squat, this one just sums it up. No words are necessary. Everyone who was there will get this.
This is life but not as those outside know it. This is art:
Art? Really? The point of art is to express something transcendental. This expresses only filth and squalor. The outsider is not always an artist. The outsider is often someone unable to conform to norms. The outsider is usually not special. The outsider is generally mentally unwell. If they claim to be an outsider, they like being all of the above because it makes them different and absolves them of the issues that they are going through. Reading your blog you seem to fit this entirely. You seem to be an aggressive narcissist with a side helping of victimisation and a large drink of messiah complex.
ReplyDeleteI hope you get better, because you need to.