Painful Artistry

It’s painful to create art that has no meaning, and no purpose, and no emotion.

It’s painful to create art that we don’t love, that doesn’t meet our own expectations, and doesn’t prove to the world that we can create, that we do have a unique view of the world, and that we matter as a creator, artist, emotional being that needs to express themselves.

But we have to.

We have to write run-on sentences, use ‘and’ too many times, and use too many commas and make mistakes, and make ugly things, and worthless things, and meaningless things.

We have to paint skies that have already been painted, and draw pictures of trees that have already been drawn.

We have to take photos that are overdone, and over-saturated, and underexposed.

Because we have to evolve.

We have to evolve through action. We have to make things. We have to get into good headspaces. We have to make art that sucks so we can make art that doesn’t. We have to try, and try again, again, again.

We have to make art that is lifeless and loveless so we can make art that proves romance still exists, love still exists–it is glorious and worthwhile.

We have to make modern art, before we can make post-modern art, before we can make post-post-modern art.

We have to make painfully bad art.

So we can make the good stuff. So we can make art that other people can feel, really feel. So we can make art that we are proud of and allows us to breathe fresh air once again.

I love your painful art, its part of your story of making bloody good art.

So, please keep making painful art so that eventually you start to hurt us with the good stuff.

See you soon old friends,