thought

of late i've been accruing more empathy for the hazy middle class way of life that would have sent me into fits of revolt as a teenager. and i make no bones about it; my newfound empathy is directly correlated to my gradual immersion into such a way of life (number of times i've thought about wanting to own a house and be near my family in the past week? moreso than i have in my entire years of life prior). rather than hating myself for my bourgeois complacency, i am using myself as proof that not everyone who elects to live this way is motivated by robotic feelings of greed and corruption, that maybe most people are just trying to carve out their way to happiness in one quiet way or another. is it a bad thing to come by empathy for others primarily through your own life experiences? i don't think so; i think that just means we should seek out as many experiences as we can, to fully understand the breadth of others living in this world.

artmaking is slowly responding to this shift in paradigm.