So phooey to that!
July 5th, 2004I loathe making anything practical whatsoever. The funny thing about art is that it’s useless. It doesn’t do anything. That’s very important, ha, ha!…
…that’s your fantasy; that artists need to be dark and brooding…the artist as a romantic figure who is somewhat bohemian. Crap, crap, crap! I’m not bohemian; I’m terribly ordinary. And the other myth is that art is born out of pain. It is not. I’m sure that the best art – and maybe that’s a very Eastern thing – is born out of joy. So phooey to that!
An old quote, the source long since forgotten (I think it was a broadsheet newspaper article), posted while I continue to chew over a myriad of possible replies that I promised to Aq following a discussion on beauty on the LUG mailing list.