"Those works created from solitude and from pure authentic creative impulses-where the worries of competition, acclaim and social promotion do not interfere - are, because of these very facts, more precious than the productions of professions. After a certain familiarity with these flourishings of an exalted feverishness, lived so fully and intensely by authors, we cannot avoid the feeling that in relation to these works, cultural art in its entirety appears to be the game of a futile society, a fallacious parade." - Jean Dubuffet
pre-doubt
This day i so dreadly face
Will i carry on for good or for worse?
The answers in the future
Don't doubt or predict
Don't doubt or predict
Will i carry on for good or for worse?
The answers in the future
Don't doubt or predict
Don't doubt or predict
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I want to make art that is personal. I make art that is personal. I keep falling in to the thought of asking what the audience or the assessment want but when i do that i make shit art or art with no fucking emotion. It doesn't come naturally. I'm doing my sketchbook for assessment nothing more. It just doesn't come naturally to me and that is worrying me. I paint because I want to and I don't think about it, I just do it. It's always dark and depressing shit which is also worrying me. Why do I always look on the negative side of life. My art has never been positive but sometimes i want it to be. Or maybe it has? People like positive shit i guess these days when it comes to art. Supposedly the theme of our time is Beauty. Thats the art that will be successful. We are always trying to give art a sense of importance but really we just like playing around with materials whatever it may be that's what it comes down to. We're not people with a message and we are not profound speakers, we are just a bunch of guys who like to create. Why do we need to give it a reason? We need to make it into a business to give us a sense of well being. I just want to do and so do you. I'm looking at these circuit boards and black holes and when i stop and think for a minute i am doing this to find a concept. The concept should come to me not me looking for one. Circuit boards have no fucking emotion. I have emotion. I am my art. So what am I going to propose? How can i propose something thats got no meaning or relevence to anyone else? My work is about emotion now. So i guess theres a concept. i'm starting to think.
Radiohead - 2+2=5
The song's title recalls the symbol of unreality from George Orwell's novel Nineteen Eighty-Four. In the book, inhabitants of an authoritarian future state are made to engage in doublethink, replacing their own conscience and beliefs with those imposed from above. The 'Thought Police' in the novel coerce self-aware citizens into admitting that two plus two equals five to prove the point that even though two plus two does not logically equal five, logic does not matter when no one else is willing to agree that two plus two equals anything else, under threat of pain or death.
A Brief History of Time
daily lives nothing world little thought machinery sunlight gravity Earth space atoms fundamentally depend children why nature is the way it is? time will one day flow backward ultimate limits to what humans can know who wants to know what a black hole looks like remember past not future chaos early order today why is there a universe?
society parents teachers answer questions SHRUG religious precepts limitations of human understanding
The word God fills these pages.
society parents teachers answer questions SHRUG religious precepts limitations of human understanding
The word God fills these pages.
According to the general theory of relativity, a black hole is a region of space from which nothing, including light, can escape. It is the result of the deformation of spacetime caused by a very compact mass. Around a black hole there is an undetectable surface which marks the point of no return, called an event horizon.
Well the morning was complete.
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,
Several hours or several weeks,
I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak
It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,
And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that.
It's these times that it tends,
The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart
Oh! hold on to your heart.
Do me a favour, break my nose
Do me a favour, tell me to go away
Do me a favour, stop asking question
She walked away, well her shoes were untied,
And the eyes were all red,
You could see that we've cried, and I watched and I waited,
'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.
Curiosity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold.
Curiosity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold.
And do me a favour, and ask if you need some help
She said, do me a favour and stop flattering yourself
How to tear apart the ties that bind, perhaps fuck off, might be too kind,
Perhaps fuck off, might be too kind
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,
Several hours or several weeks,
I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak
It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,
And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that.
It's these times that it tends,
The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart
Oh! hold on to your heart.
Do me a favour, break my nose
Do me a favour, tell me to go away
Do me a favour, stop asking question
She walked away, well her shoes were untied,
And the eyes were all red,
You could see that we've cried, and I watched and I waited,
'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.
Curiosity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold.
Curiosity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold.
And do me a favour, and ask if you need some help
She said, do me a favour and stop flattering yourself
How to tear apart the ties that bind, perhaps fuck off, might be too kind,
Perhaps fuck off, might be too kind
Black holes represent the final victory of gravity over all other forces. Small ones are formed when massive stars collapse; big ones lurk in the centers of galaxies. They are almost invisible when isolated, but some of the most violent events in the universe involve matter falling into black holes.
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