it never occurs to me that my approach to my artistic subject is not universally shared. doesn't everyone feel a sad longing kind of love when they set about their work? no, no they don't, carol.
the thought only came to me today when i was looking at a french design monograph. one of the works was a collage of anonymous bodies that conveyed an air of dissatisfaction. i realized that i had never felt the way this artist feels when making his work--namely, the feeling of cutting up other people, and figuratively spitting on them.
you don't have to be hateful to be relevant, y'know.
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About Me
- carola rola
- I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.
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