Thursday, May 15, 2008

Starry Night (dream)

An interesting part of my dream last night was that my friend Alberto and I were working on paintings in the dream. And what it seemed to me is that many of us work on a painting every day. Sure we may be passionate about the painting -and want to complete it every day, but at the end of the day -its just a painting. How much does a painting help humanity? I truly believe we are here to help each other, but we spend so many hours at a job that is mostly meaningless (it just pays the bills). And your job is part of this worthless society system that is at all new low. What have we become? (...or maybe we were trying to paint our fantasy. Whats your take?)

1 comment:

Student said...

i am having the same realization. i am a young painter and realizing that it's a selfish art almost. like really, who in the hell cares what you paint or say in a painting unless you're dead or have some uber rich benefactor/ress. what is it all for? i thought i was going to have an existential meltdown.

i got over it. i'm glad to know i wasn't alone though.