EVERYTHING FAILS

in my work and in my life as an artist (if i can really call myself that), i seek to express myself. describe how im feeling. tap in to my psyche. comment on the human condition. relate to people. share something meaningful. all those lofty, altruistic ideals that doe-eyed, naive, energetic forward-thinking positive artists shoot for.

thing is... art, by nature of itself, always fails. there's no conversion rate for emotion.

we've tried. really hard. that's why we created language, so we can convert these abstract, nebulous feelings into something concrete that can be relayed to others. but are they able to deconstruct that information back to abstract ideas? can anyone ever really and truly know what you feel, when you express it through something so flawed as language? ive used the word 'love' to describe my relationship with family, women, dogs, dr pepper and pens.

and i feel things that words havent even been made to describe! how can i get that across?

thats why we turn to art. music. poetry. dance. movies. architecture. screaming. punching. kissing.

but all that fails too, doesnt it?

thats why i love and hate art and relationships and conversation and religion and everything that is wrapped up into this beautiful beautiful existence.