The Art that Defines Us.

I think for me, art is becoming more complex, allot harder to explain and or to define..,I like the idea of looking at art that is confusing at first glance, that is perhaps out of character, symbolically, perhaps meaningless to the culture that surrounds it...

If you think about the people that create art as "people in general" and not as perhaps confusingly defined as "artists" as if they are out of content, perhaps people from another planet, but as human beings, living and part of society, different gender and or social status, with multiple backgrounds, and there decisions for creating art, because they choose to create it on there own or because they follow a social order a trend perhaps that helps them fit in as part of the norm.

I laugh to myself and think about my idea of an artist as defined as a crazy man who walks around town wearing only a red boot, singing " I AM A FREAKING TOMATO , I AM A FREAKING TOMATO, I AM A FREAKING TOMATO ".. a madman to his misfortune..

Perhaps a behavioral study will suggest people are more eager to become recognized as artist than they are willing to improve there skill and or talent. And perhaps artists today rely more on there efforts to become famous rather then to face the truth and question whether the work he or she produces is worth the medias attention..

I think I must be from outer space, from out there in the empty space of the universe. Probably fell from the sky a few years ago when I regain consciousness from a black out during my adolescence.

I don't recognize what I do as art, but as a metaphysical language capable of filling the emptiness that makes all living things weak.