And If I Had To Lift · Tuesday September 26, 2006
I look at these images
I watch these movements
I read these writings
I listen to these songs
If something is almost should I like it anyway for the trying? Should I hate something that is a blood drawing near miss more than something that is just bad?
There are so many people out there, trying to make it. How can we tell what is good anymore? What is quality? Does it hit you over the head when you encounter it? I want to be accepting, to be nice, because if I was to create something, would my creations be even just bad, I’d perhaps like someone to be nice about them. But then again not, because what would be the point in putting deceiving salve on feelings and confusing our own sense of what is worthy. I do not want to be nice, I want to be harsh and unaccomodating and looking for perfection, but what if I have it wrong, completely missing the point? Criticism is so subjective, and we can’t please everyone at once.
I look at these images
I watch these movements
I read these writings
I listen to these songs
And I create nothing.
EDIT:
Just read this long sentance. (Which is well worth the trouble if you like words. Thanks again Peter!) This partial stuck out to me:
let’s be honest here, anyway, and admit that there really aren’t that many original ideas or stories left to be expressed, so the manner of expression matters more and more,
and apply it to all forms of art. It is not quite that design is becoming more important than content.. And whose style shall reign? While the ideas are the same..
I’ll think about it, later.
(Just a side note, within the sentance I thought it a little contradictory to say that expression is mattering more and more then going on to say that a great number of years ago they were better at it. Or something. I still get the point, and anyway, I’m sure it’s all part of a mission to distract in order to extend the sentance, and for that I’m well amused.)
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— Rebecca 09/10/06 01:24 PM #