i feel like the art of today attempts to convey a brutally and melancholically realistic emotion. it’s no proposition, no propaganda. it’s pure, absolute and sometimes joyous melancholy. we look at everyday art and think of the truest reality of the artist. we feel so much more for the artist. we do what art really intends us to. we feel it. we take it in. through the maker’s mind. i love that about this time. i love that about this breed.
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