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THE EVIL ARTIST
So you're dating someone who is very appealing to you, and you assume that this person is everything you've ever wanted in your life. Them being a carbon copy of yourself. So one day you're deciding where to goon your next date. Being the great esthetic that you are, your suggest a trip to the Metropolitan Museum. They will agree of course! But to your disbelief they turn the idea down!
At this point the ground under your feet collapses. There you are. Left falling deep into a pit of misery, all alone and misunderstood! How can it be, that the very person who you knew was same as you turns down one of the greatest museums in the world! That's when the pieces start to fit themselves together, and you are now able to understand the present situation. The differences between you two are extreme, oh so very extreme! The entire outlook on life, and the way you go about it is different. And it all starts with the under appreciation of art.
An artist, or someone who appreciates the arts go deep into the understanding of a still pictures. To an unobserved eye there are no details in the work. There is merely a few objects painted on top of something, and the reason for that was a simple one. The artist was probably just bored one day and realized that they were good at something. Everyone would like to believe that they're good at something in this world. With out a special skill even the uncompassionate hater of the art will feel useless.
But does an artist ever feel useless? I highly doubt it! How an anyone who holds the power of entrapping the love and beauty of life onto a canvas ever feel useless? Why they give so much to us all! they make us stare at certain works until we confuse ourselves silly. The artists are geniuses, they are masterminds. They know exactly what their schemes will do to an observer. It will confuse their minds, and the artist will dominate the mind, and the life of the dominated mind as well.
Yes, the mind of an esthetic is always in the clouds! The love, the tranquility, passion and awakenings in every living and non-living things is all that they ever see! Oh, and how they love to envision all that. They will see things that do not really exist. As they come out of the Metropolitan , and step into the outside world, they will continue to gaze and the invisible work, and all the wonders that it brings to their imagination. Walking down the street they will accidentally run into a baby stroller or a blind man or a crazy taxi driver, but not to worry they are still frolicking through the heavens! Soon enough their dream will vanish, and they will awaken from their somber. Oh, how ill those poor compassionate souls feel knowing that they have just knocked the baby out of a stroller, or broke the blind man's leg, leaving them in the middle of a busy city street. But not to worry, at least they're appreciating art while they're committing these treacherous acts.
Well this leaves with only on conclusion, and it's a very upsetting conclusion. The beautiful and compassionate artist is a great evildoer. I guess those who think art is useless aren't so horrible after all. Deep inside I'm sure they all know what art does to a person. It confuses and dominates, leaving the great esthete in an unreal reality.
So you're dating someone who is very appealing to you, and you assume that this person is everything you've ever wanted in your life. Them being a carbon copy of yourself. So one day you're deciding where to goon your next date. Being the great esthetic that you are, your suggest a trip to the Metropolitan Museum. They will agree of course! But to your disbelief they turn the idea down!
At this point the ground under your feet collapses. There you are. Left falling deep into a pit of misery, all alone and misunderstood! How can it be, that the very person who you knew was same as you turns down one of the greatest museums in the world! That's when the pieces start to fit themselves together, and you are now able to understand the present situation. The differences between you two are extreme, oh so very extreme! The entire outlook on life, and the way you go about it is different. And it all starts with the under appreciation of art.
An artist, or someone who appreciates the arts go deep into the understanding of a still pictures. To an unobserved eye there are no details in the work. There is merely a few objects painted on top of something, and the reason for that was a simple one. The artist was probably just bored one day and realized that they were good at something. Everyone would like to believe that they're good at something in this world. With out a special skill even the uncompassionate hater of the art will feel useless.
But does an artist ever feel useless? I highly doubt it! How an anyone who holds the power of entrapping the love and beauty of life onto a canvas ever feel useless? Why they give so much to us all! they make us stare at certain works until we confuse ourselves silly. The artists are geniuses, they are masterminds. They know exactly what their schemes will do to an observer. It will confuse their minds, and the artist will dominate the mind, and the life of the dominated mind as well.
Yes, the mind of an esthetic is always in the clouds! The love, the tranquility, passion and awakenings in every living and non-living things is all that they ever see! Oh, and how they love to envision all that. They will see things that do not really exist. As they come out of the Metropolitan , and step into the outside world, they will continue to gaze and the invisible work, and all the wonders that it brings to their imagination. Walking down the street they will accidentally run into a baby stroller or a blind man or a crazy taxi driver, but not to worry they are still frolicking through the heavens! Soon enough their dream will vanish, and they will awaken from their somber. Oh, how ill those poor compassionate souls feel knowing that they have just knocked the baby out of a stroller, or broke the blind man's leg, leaving them in the middle of a busy city street. But not to worry, at least they're appreciating art while they're committing these treacherous acts.
Well this leaves with only on conclusion, and it's a very upsetting conclusion. The beautiful and compassionate artist is a great evildoer. I guess those who think art is useless aren't so horrible after all. Deep inside I'm sure they all know what art does to a person. It confuses and dominates, leaving the great esthete in an unreal reality.