Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Statue of limitations


It's been awhile since I put my face on some random thing. There's no rhyme nor reason to it. Sometimes it just feels good to create something without it having to have any meaning or purpose other than to cause an emotional response. Then it becomes art.

I've always resisted the human need to dissect things. People go to art galleries and stand there in front of paintings or statues and stab into them with their scalpel eyes and pull the intestines out one by one. Then then walk away from the corpse shaking their heads wondering what they missed. The same is true with literature.

Sometimes to understand something you have to not think about it.

Like this blog for instance.

8 comments:

Whitesnake said...

And people wonder why I visit here.

I shit you not!

Tim ID said...

Whitesnake, I love you man!

Gypsy said...

Why Tim, I do believe you are being a little bit naughty in that pic.... ;) It's good to see you photoshopping your mug again, it feels like old times.

Blazngfyre said...

A threesome Tim?!
Who would have guessed!
(LOL)

No analyzing here .... I prefer to just take what I get and be happy with it all.

Tim ID said...

Gypsy, Blaznfyre,

Perverts. :)

Gypsy said...

And damn proud of it too. What do you reckon Blaze?

Hayden said...

I LOATHE lit-crit. LOATHE it.

ditto art-crit, but not as intensely. I mean, lit begins in words, and more words should not be used to photoshop meaning onto the authors words. if you catch my drift.

at least with painting/scupture etc, it starts in image and gesture, and then some moron ADDS words, which is marginally different.

that said, there's something definately disturbing in this particular effort of yours....

Blazngfyre said...

Geez Tim, you call us perverts like that's a BAD thing!

*Sheesh*