How often I have heard the phrase artists are fragile, or drunk, unstable with strong libido, unreliable, weird so that one has to be checked out if one can come to a fancy dinner party with curators etc. Yes, as an artist I’m a special fairy, broken, available for any kinds of use, because I’m desperate to succeed. How did you know.
How about that for irony. What if you guys update to this decade. How fragile am I?
eh. I take photographs, are they provocative perhaps, definitely.. I like provocative alarming mind-tickling work with info of the World we live in. Oh yes also, I tend to criticise practises in the fine arts and hit the nerve. They don’t take criticism too well, isn’t it odd. Yes. There is a lot to criticise. Like how did he get the pictures for the column? Hopefully the scene seems more transparent now and in the future, hope art is for everybody, because at some point I thought it’s not for me. Isn’t it curious. You are right it isn’t for you.
Do I like bombs? No, not really, but they exist and cause horrible damage in people’s lives.
(So you thought I was commenting you with my pictures. Why would I have.)
What is love? You can see the absence of it. Can you see when someone is in L? Probably. Love has nothing to do with fear. You should be able to trust the person who loves you, right? I knooow, it’s not a hmm…simple matter. Love is complicated and precious, it should not be played with. There is not enough love in this world. Why did you think you could just play?