Art

This is an overwhelming subject to which I have probably 247 pages worth of opinion, fact, and thesis on - to which I'm going to boil it down to one statement:

Art is not regulated to currency, production, or formatting - if you subject it to any of these demons, you have created a product. The value of art is indeterminate. Indeterminate. In - de - fucking - terminate.

HV

Imagine

I was imagining the possibility of developing my creativity this week. I wanted to expand on some conceptual ideas I thought of this weekend by combining some elements of various art forms. I was hoping to sneak in some time to design some concepts or rework some previous ones for my portfolio. I've carried around my portfolio notes and sketches for days now. I keep getting interrupted by work. Meaningless, conventional work. The kind of work that will be arbitrarily revised to meet codes - to meet predestined conditions. And yet, when I do find a moment to do as I please, the meaningless work has negated my motivation. It always does. It always wins. And I seem to have no defense against the uninspired. Cyclical kills. That's why I seem to have to 'imagine the possibility of being creative'. I never get to.

HV