Some are Gods, others seem to be Monsters, yet we all thrive indefinitely in the Darkness.
~
And when I squinted
The world seemed rose-tinted
And angels appeared to descend
To my surprise
With half-closed eyes
Things looked even better
Than when they were open
Been waiting for the night to fall
I knew that it would save us all
Now everything’s dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
Been waiting for the night to fall
Now everything is bearable
And here in the still
All that you feel
Is tranquillity.
~
DM
"While some artists have never questioned the current marginal and passive status of art and are content to work within the reservation called the 'art world,' others have made conscious attempts over the last decade to combat the relentless commodification of their products and to reenter the 'outside world.' In the late '60s, after a period in which most avant-garde art was drastically divorced from social subjects or effects, many artists became disgusted with the star system and the narrowness of formal 'movements.' They began to ask themselves larger questions. When they looked up from their canvas and steel, they saw politics, nature, history and myth out there."
Lucy Lippard, Overlay (1983)
Some are Gods, others seem to be Monsters, yet we all thrive indefinitely in the Darkness.