I know plenty of you are still stupid enough to titter at the thought of the word intimacy, and I'm okay with that. Its the stupid part of the brain that I find most interesting, and while I have an abundance of raw material to study, sometimes, other peoples stupid is so exciting that it casts light on my own.
People who are offended by art confuse me. Art is an exercise in creating a dialog between people. It is an intimate experience that warrants more involvement than a passing glance at a wall or a buildings facade. Art is about touching and being touched in a visceral way. It is about showing common understandings of a theme and dancing around that theme with an open mind.
My use of language is art. I flog a letter into perverse contortions that emulate the idea of an asshole eating itself because cognitive assonance is a tool for others to control you. I discard the illusion of taboo. What I say to you is spelled out blood red illustrations of weapons of a new age. That makes me an artist... maybe. Or a Wizard, or a craftsman of some other genre some people aren't prepared to engage in.
The trick to raising awareness about the human condition is to ask a human. Artists tend to know some of those. They actually live in a world where hearts break when a mortgage package is refused. They actually have to watch the faces of you mindless drones, who labor day after day in the salt mines and wonder how you keep your souls. Artists have to ask these questions, because they live inside us every day.
You are an artist. The only way to feed that part of yourself is to engage art and share in it. Love someone and show them that love with the trait you think is best in yourself. Carve a better world by sharing your love with another person in a way that gets your hands dirty. Make love with your skin off and share art with the people you love. Wonder at it and fantasize about the feelings of the subjects... because art is fucking with you and you can't even find the buckle on your straight jacket to get involved.
Museums are the natural area on the asylum grounds... feel free to play naked in them. Fuck each other in public over a Rembrandt. Lick her ears over Monet. Grab his cock in front of a Degas. Be sensual when you experience the art. Imagine the painter was rock hard every time his brush hit the canvas. Imagine Mozart throwing away ink under the piano. Books and rhymes are foreplay... take your lover in public, where everyone can see it.
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