I have written a lot of shit on this blog. Occasionally, I go back to read what I wrote and can't believe myself. And then I throw up. This nauseating ordeal has brought me to this: I am a hypocrite. It's up to you if you want to take what I say here seriously. I … Continue reading It’s good to know you
A painter can paint without a brush. A writer can write without a pen. But take away their suffering and they'll both be paralyzed, inside-out. Maybe it's what wasting your talent, genius and creativity mean -- that you haven't suffered enough. When I started writing, I never got what the superstition around suffering was all … Continue reading When the abyss gazes back
Philosophers sound nervously prophetic. Two thousand years ago, they are going on about how everything is fast-paced, how everyone's running a mindless race and how the next generation thinks out of their arse. They even talk about information overload from other schools of philosophy. Philosopher king Marcus Aurelius was at one point the most powerful … Continue reading Why, God, Why
There's a part of us that wants fame. Despite the meticulous meltdown that's the life of most famous people, our need to trade damage for feeling good remains intact. In that, fame is like a drug. For the longest time, few people had access to it and you could never openly admit you were addicted … Continue reading How to become famous
Vincent van Gogh was an artist. Without further ado, he cut off his own ear. Now, I don't think you care what Van Gogh created. At this point, all you want to hear about is the ear. Rhyme, oxymoron, pun, and callousness all in one sentence -- I am an artist and I know it. … Continue reading Post unimpressed-ionism: the one art movement to end all art movements
So you are not an artist? And you are sure there's no way you will ever be one. And you are picturing a half-assed sun peeping behind pointy mountains when you hear the word artist. For a long time, that's all art meant for me. Our general definition of what constitutes art is naive and narrow. Over time, … Continue reading Wherefore Romeo thou, Art
Question: Why do you write? Answer: It's just the way it makes me feel, you know, that feeling of being one with the universe and witness the soul open up to the warm emptiness of everything that surrounds us -- that feeling of being so alone and yet so full. My actual answer sounds far … Continue reading Why I Write
Take a deep breath in. And out. Creativity is a dick. It's become this elusive snob that hangs out with other elusive snobs. It's got an elusive air only a select few can breathe. In our attempt to hang out with creativity, we come off looking needy, vapid and can we all agree -- corny. That's … Continue reading Title
Here's a long and tedious debate to start your day: Can you separate the art from the artist? In case you just got out of the Chauvet caves, the world of art has moved away from drawings to a wider implication of creativity, connection, and craziness. Can this blog enjoy an independent existence, without having to … Continue reading Art/is/try
Okay. Looks like I have run my course. Done. Gatham Gatham. Going on to try something else now. I am done with writing and vice versa. Vielen Dank. Auf Wiedersehen. Writer's block. The Prolonged staring into empty space; continuously switching between walking about in a confined space and sitting on a chair; repeatedly writing sentences … Continue reading It’s Over
