these are thoughts which extended from a "chat" i was having with a friend (i put chat in quotes for lack of a better way to distinguish this one’s importance).
there is this theory in my head that we all have amazingly similar experiences.
we admire those that we share experiences with. a very passive view, but not without example in life. the phenomenon of chance, and randomness, subjectivity and taste. point of view and opinion.
but at the same time, it can be said to be true, that we choose to allow ourselves to identify with some things. and naturally, not with others. explained in the phenomenon of acquired taste and change. pop culture revolution and convictions. statements and happiness. choice.
often i see artists as people of the unique time, place and vocation, that many (in any sense of the word) are both able and willing to experience them. they provide an emotional stomping ground, safe from judgment and condemnation. they are an elected representative of the things we all know as the deepest of truths, but somehow are unable to emote. unable to sing so beautifully. cook so colorfully. stink so splendidly. paint so emotionally and texturize so boldly. with them, in their self expression, if only for an instant, we feel safer and not so lost.
and so, if you are one who’s inclined to feel disappointed at all about the last election, take heart. and realize that your president elect is not some stuffy old honkey but rather a tag team effort by two voluptuous singing divas known to the world at large as Simpson & Spears.
so i am an artist. sometimes i say things that, you in your time and place are not wanting to hear or connect with – i don’t mean that to imply that i’m "more experienced" or "better" because that’d be bullshit – but rather in the sense that we all arrive at fundamentally similar points at different times. we all yearn to be loved. to.
if i am "successful" in my creative endeavors than this theory may be judged "correct" if not then who knows.