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strange poet my life is art....expressionistic being....my hands were my eyes 990414
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nicedream net is what i say it is 990524
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leslie I always feel like it makes a difference whether it's spelled with a capital A or not. 990527
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strange poet cant you just write something about art instead of examining my use of non-capital letters...your fucking up the rythem...so get over yourself and stop being an asshole... 990601
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leslie Jeez! What I wrote was in no way a criticism of you! I was saying I like things that are "art" more than "ART" (i.e., pretentious, high art). Please do not try to incite a flame war. 990602
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red Blank page. 990710
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emsie art is one of the most important things in my life. I love painting. I love drawing. I love creating. I love creating new things, especially when they turn out really well. I'm gonna go to art college for advetising. I'm excited... 990710
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Joana Art is being miserable, depressed... if you're generally happy you cannot create beautiful, shocking, inspiring new things...
Sadness is art's heart and soul.
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cold tea I'm in art school. It's a university with walls but also pinatas and peirogies. I can hardly sleep at night, what with all the drum circles.

If you have to ask yourself "Am I am dreaming?" then you're dreaming. If you're asking yourself "Should I go to art school?" then you should go to art school.
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jessica everything mixed into a thick muddy soup, turned inside out, yawning, crying. the heartbeat of the trash can, the lips of my grandmother, the man yelling at the dog in his yard. artistic expression in garbage. 990922
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trakie thank you cold tea, i will. 991205
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thera I'm going to go art school (I hope).
Sometimes I can render something recognizable. I can't really express all the rage and anger and sadness in me through some enlightening piece of inspiring art, though. Maybe I've never really tried.

I just really like to draw. At least I can have control over how I create. Even if I'm making it for someone else, they can't ever tell me how to make it. I have complete freedom there. And freedom's a state of mind, right? So art could potentially free the world. I wish everyone would do more art.
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deb may i reccomend Colombia College Chicago? 300 s. michigan ave. wonderful place.. 12th floor main building rocks (fiction writing floor) 991212
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jennifer hollywood art
and real art
are two
entirely
different
things
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R.A.I.N. sell outs deserve no respect.
not mine anyway
how about yours?
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psyki i feel compelled
to make stuff
all the time

why?
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BoofPixie its a picture of a stories high clothespin. that, and nothing more. 000311
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MollyGoLightly Art. Hurm.
Sometimes its just a thing people use to get blowjobs and praise.
Not always, though.
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Brad I think that last disclaimer was put in for the sole reason of keeping me pacified ;) 000622
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enon creating art is a side track to th inking. with in the art, it becomes the head, and with in the head becomes the deep dep per-- and only my head. ad only my art. dont you ever create for anybody but yourself. unless you are a heart less, "lets paint trees with bob ross" artist and allyou want is to be in a musuem without feeling it. without feeling your fingers on the material. your eyes should burn, your mind should burn. dont make plastic glazed over works of pathetic art. i hate the word art- its simple enough, but its not as simple as it should be...like "white" or "i" or "shavon". art is too hard to say with beauty. lets change the word, so all those "painters" can go fuck there work because it is art. and i can be called soemthing else. or how about we don't catagorize it at all. 000706
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stan Art is long, life short, judgement difficult, opportunity transient. To act is easy, to think is hard. Every beginning is cheerful, the threshold is the place of expectation. The boy stands astonished, his impressions guide him, he learns sportfully, seriousness comes on him by surprise. To imitate is born with us, what should be imitated is not easily discovered. The best is rarely found, more rarely valued. It is but a part of art which can be taught, the true artist needs it all. Those who know it half speak often and are always wrong; those who know it wholly speak seldom or late, and are inclined to act. Words are good, but they are not the best. The best cannot be explained in words. The spirit in which we act is the highest matter. Those who deal on symbols only are fools or hypocrites; they like to be together. They're constant chattering vexes the true scholar. The true artist learns from the know unfold the unknown, and approaches closer and closer to being a master. Now someone tell me who said all of this! 000731
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stan Oh, i left out.....words are not the best because flour cannot be sewn, and seedcorn aught not to be ground. 000731
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psycho insomniac ...is my life. Beauty, hatred, frustrations, and just raw emotions are expressed through my hands onto a canvis. I like to have all my art in a book that I can carry around with me so whenever I feel a creative erge, I can just let go.

My art book would be the story of my life through visuals, colors, and little thumb-nail sketches. My dreams come to life on the paper and smudge off on my finger tips. I'm thankful for that eraser though, because sometimes, like my life, things just get out of controll. But with the eraser, I can fix the mistakes... or just rip out the page and start all over!

My brother, I have to admire. He is the one who opened my eyes to this gift I have. He shares the same qualities as I, and teaches me to fix the little flaws and make things seem more real and detailed. If it wasnt for him... I would still draw like a child, frustrated because I couldnt get my stick-figures to express the feelings I had. But he was there once, I can remember.

Well running short of words... I think I'll express my self on a block of wood now. It always looks better than letters jumbled up on paper, or mis-typed words on the computer screen.
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david still can save your soul 001220
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NinNy Nu Nu bing Splat
WoW thats a Pollock.
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enok is life, love, hate, heart, soul, feelings, lies, expression, depression, infatuation, fun, ugly, beautiful, disturbing......its basically everything. that's all. 010819
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The Truth Art...
Is what makes humans special.


You create. You form. You invest your time and energy into completing a project for... for what? For the sake of creating? Because you can?

Because you are an artist.

But there are some.


Some who, while investing their talents into a project...


They put their soul into their work.
They put their soul into their work.

Suddenly, this "decoration" has been exposed to trans-dimensional energies.

It is much more than creative decoration now. Much more than personal expressions with metaphorical tendancies.

It is alive with your imagination.
It breathes with your passion.
It feels the gaze of the curious.

The Art lives now, having touched your soul.
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Fire&Roses The most beautiful pictures I have ever seen are the ones that live in my head. the definition is stunning and they are made with more colors than I will ever know the names of. But it is what the pictures are of that is the most amazing to me... thought... 010922
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futility My heart is an artist. My eyes are artists. But my hands, confused by being forced to live left-handed in a right-handed world, fumble. And so the visions are lost in translation. Perhaps it is the journey to carry the message that makes it art. 010924
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Rhin i can see it.
i can feel it.
i just can't create it.
i can't find it in my hands.
it gets lost in between.
i am going to explode.
what do i do now?!

death by art.
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DanMan Hey! I fucking HATE people that just think art is visual. I'm here to say that art is philosophy, poetry, MUSIC, and... sometimes visual. I'm a philosopher and I just wanted to say that I HATE you people who don't know that art is more than a painting or a drawing! Don't get me wrong, I love to paint. But I'm a musicain and a poet too. But yeah, that's all. Thanks... 020807
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lukas art is it self, when sb really belived it 021202
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I was alone hating somethins does not allow you to percieve the positive and equally correct viewpoint of other people on the same area such art. hating does not lead you closer to understanding, it rejects, it pushes afar. hate is not art, for art is evolution, evolution of oneself , to onelf etc. creavitity is evolution, it is the creative systems and mechanisms imbeded in our brain descending from somewhere, somehow, that provide us a guide towards behaving in a way that is pleasurable, a release of preasure a adesire to understand. art can be sad, can be mad. art is a more advance and purified system (not system but somehow art can be some kind of pure comunication... a singled out refined thought. )and the thought takes shapes, perhaps acording to the predisposition and cognitive abilities developed or inherited of the individual.and it may be painting, or sculptural, visual, auditory, olfatory, kinesthetically(dance) a combination of diferent media(ballet, a rock concert) etc. Art is relative to the diferent people who experience it. if it is visual art and their visual culture(iconic or semiological dictionary, and linguistic development(more precisely, the linguistic equivalent, or analy in images , not in words as linguistics implies)) is not very develop, thaty may not be close enough to understand it and recreate abstractly the moment of art. maybe their prefernd mode of thought is audutory. maybe it is mental, and the artrists who change media constantly may simpli make a pragmatic effort to adopt their intelectual findings into a form that can be comunicated to others by measn of a sensorial vehicle. art is exploring oneself, artist need not be afraid, need not feel alone. we are all so similar. the goal of art? to be together. to share. fellings, experiences . all that accounts as personal experience and distances us form others may be reverted by the explanation of an abservation. even if the observation is as my observation about this community, that we all share a passion for understandin. how it works, why it works, what works?.........and through that pasion, we are united, we are toguether. to all those who write about being sad and alone, who can make sense and have no clear goal be couse deciding what is best is soo dificult, i say to you. when in doubg, think, step bak and evaluate. iwill this bring people togheter, will this make us feel less alone. i just found out this site, and the content. coincidentaly , I came upon it by doing an experiment in the web. I decided to see what stories would develop form typing a random word into google, opening one of theses pages, and seeing wht it unravel. so i type "desire". and Got 9 million and something results. and then I randomely pased pages, not opening them, until page 50 something on the results page at google. and I landed here. I realiced that this is an exptended version of the idea i started doing this experiment in the first place.I also had this same ide of interconecting thoughts. I also thought art. we all have this capability. and remenber, the puzzle to solve is how to be happy. the rest, irrelevant. at least to my goal. and I cat think of a better goal. can you? if it encompases , ie is a more general word/thought than the idea of happines and is higher in the hyerarchy, then I will readjust my goal. but if you can , the when in doug, refer to the question? what is the goal?




my god. this comunity is so special. I am so happy to have found it. it can not be so many coincidences. I feel such harmony, such strenght.
sorry if typing or choice of words is unclear, it is clearly not my wish, but english is my second languaje, although really, languaje is us all but a luky few, a secon languaje.
find your own voice, find your means of expresion and the right crowd to comunicatethe to. is definetly a component of my concept of happines. I live in london, and I am from spain. if you like sharing thought but can not find who to tell them to, write me, I am dying to meet others with