I do not what to make of this
My body woke me up in the middle of a dream, because I was having the single most profound revelation concerning my stance on art EVER.
I want to write it down before I forget, but the core thesis was about communication and the goal of 'speaking' correctly to reach the audience you want to reach.
IF I FORGET REMIND ME OK PLEASE HOLYCOW.
EDIT:
I also spent the following several semi-dreams having sex with a number of the audience members. Not in order. It's like my brain said, "Okay, done. Rewind. Replace. ... Okay, done. Rewind. Replace." And it was with at least one teacher, more, I think, and several former Art-school-mates.
*snort* Obviously, they were overwhelmed with gratitude for my clearing up that bothersome 'art' argument so neatly, and off the cuff, too!
I are weird, yes.
I want to write it down before I forget, but the core thesis was about communication and the goal of 'speaking' correctly to reach the audience you want to reach.
IF I FORGET REMIND ME OK PLEASE HOLYCOW.
EDIT:
I also spent the following several semi-dreams having sex with a number of the audience members. Not in order. It's like my brain said, "Okay, done. Rewind. Replace. ... Okay, done. Rewind. Replace." And it was with at least one teacher, more, I think, and several former Art-school-mates.
*snort* Obviously, they were overwhelmed with gratitude for my clearing up that bothersome 'art' argument so neatly, and off the cuff, too!
I are weird, yes.