May 18, 2019
When I read plastic and empty words like, “art is the glue of society” I want to throw things and shake apart the person spouting these platitudes, before disappearing into a distant vortex where there is room to live and breathe without being judged. My world doesn’t need glue, it hangs together valiantly, no matter how hard I pull and twist and tear. I see art as a poster that is pasted over a derelict building where the image represented is of an ideal world: an idyll filled with only beautify, nice smiling people at peace. Art only displaces reality.