domingo, 22 de novembro de 2015

Sometimes I fucking hate the so called artists

           The sign of decay, that is what we saw everywhere in art. The human beings seem to get even more lazy and irrational with the pass of the years, and this characteristic is express on the work of art.
            The huge task of the great men, who runs against their nature to see and understand the depth of the mind, seems to be an obsolete subject; the great sacrifice and the destructive experiences was replaced for the unconscious feelings, for the irrational love, for the common sense, and for the limited point of view.
            The artists are now rewarded by a work that doesn’t contain many aspects and interpretations. We all know that our mind is inclined to the right and surly definitions, that doesn’t have many parameters or possibilities; but this aspect of our thoughts was already proved as a wrong and primitive way of thinking. The real artists have to be able to bring to his works the view of the whole, the view of someone who sees beyond his wishes, beyond any interest; of someone who isn’t driven by irrational constructions, but, in the opposite way, has a big conscience that is capable to create a rational scenario for his feelings, for the events, for the things around they.
            The real artists, who struggle to create something inwardly, who doesn’t have a reactive and irrational form of expression, who risk everything to overcome his primitive constitution, his primitive mind, are often seen as a bad and untalented artists, that was not able to create something esthetically beautiful, to create something that set the mind in a state of accuracy and conviction, being that our highest definition of beauty.
            On the opposite way of these primitive conceptions, the real artists try to spread their multiple point of views and the feelings that is brought to our life by a complex way of thinking, that is more close to the reality.

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