Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.
Andy Warhol (via gylleneungdom)
Nolite cogitare de artem facendo; modo perfacite. Permittite hominibus interpretari ut bona aut mala sit, ut ament aut odint. Dum interpretant, plus artis facite.
(via urbsantiquafuit)
exactly
A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.
I was at the edge of things. Ready to go deep into things.
Explosive force. I like volitaile things. Small explosions.
Intensities.
I was so near to the abyss, which I had long since craved, the feeling of something moving over me and in me. A bit dark. A bit surging.
and I screamed to it.
let it take me.
and there was no reply.
couragously on the edge, of things yet uncountered, things deep, heavy, perhaps dark. Finers slipping across bodies, a dark void forged, but not actually pushed. there was scarcly an entry, it was already a retreat.
Philosophy, science and art want us to tear open the firmament and plunge into chaos.
And suddenly here you are, not created by me, born to respond to my least stirring with every fiber of your being. That you are fiercely mine yet not created by me — this defines my feeling.
I asked you to embrace the void in me.
I was so willing to create in myself the rupture, which your approach would necesitate. An open empty expanse.
too bad, we’re in paradise
The adventure of modern art is over. Contemporary art is only contemporary of itself. It no longer transcends itself into the past or the future. Its only reality is its operation in real time and its confusion with this reality. Nothing differentiates it from technical, advertising, media and digital operations. There is no more transcendence, no more divergence, nothing from another scene: it is a reflective game with the contemporary world as it happens. This is why contemporary art is null and void: it and the world form a zero sum equation… [promoters of the art scene today are involved in] insider trading, the shameful and hidden complicity binding the artist who uses his or her aura of derision against the bewildered and doubtful masses.
TESS TENNESSEE MILLER 