I'm painting, I'm painting again.
I'm painting, I'm painting again.
I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning again.
I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning my brain.

Pretty soon now, I will be bitter.
Pretty soon now, will be a quitter.
Pretty soon now, I will be bitter.
You can't see it 'til it's finished

I don't have to prove...that I am creative!
I don't' have to prove...that I am creative!
All my pictures are confused
And now I'm going to take me to you.

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The myth of the crazed artist who is impelled to create in a cathartic crisis of artistic activity. The modernist misconception of art/artists. The cult of artist as Dionysian other, as psychotic genius, as misunderstood victim of society, all of these are modernist myths (and they deserve de-bunking).

Also a jab at the elitist cult of artistic creativity, which tells us that artists are SPECIAL because they have to compulsively CREATE which makes them holy and incomprehensible beings who are not subject to the normal rules of the social order.

The myth of the crazed artist who is impelled to create in a cathartic crisis of artistic activity. The modernist misconception of art/artists. The cult of artist as Dionysian other, as psychotic genius, as misunderstood victim of society, all of these are modernist myths (and they deserve de-bunking). Also a jab at the elitist cult of artistic creativity, which tells us that artists are SPECIAL because they have to compulsively CREATE which makes them holy and incomprehensible beings who are not subject to the normal rules of the social order.

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NomadMonadon January 31, 2017 Link
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