Minimalism
I think I like it. Sometimes.
I feel like too many artists try to do too much all at once. Simple expression of the self can speak volumes more than a billion words, gestures, or images. Words get thrown around like garbage, and humanity devalues itself. It’s almost like lust. Not like a sexual lust, but…more of an unneeded excess. I used to love this word in high school: Superfluous.
Take a break from sophistication, just for a short period. Let every word, become…delicate.
I feel like too many artists try to do too much all at once. Simple expression of the self can speak volumes more than a billion words, gestures, or images. Words get thrown around like garbage, and humanity devalues itself. It’s almost like lust. Not like a sexual lust, but…more of an unneeded excess. I used to love this word in high school: Superfluous.
Take a break from sophistication, just for a short period. Let every word, become…delicate.