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the undiscovered artist

striving endlessly to preserve her/himself in amber, having spent no time to pop out the biological pez that 99% of others do, rather instead, working to put more cultural seed out into the world, s/he would be at a loss, the greatest that s/he had ever known, if in fact, s/he was found to be interesting in the eyes of the easily pleased, neon, five second exposure, that makes & breaks those who might’ve spent a lifetime creating a vast amount of precious things, which generations later might be able to use in order to stand on the proverbial giant’s shoulders & keep the wave splashing up against the shore of continuous creativity--- the irony is that to be found is to be decided upon, evaluated & shelved, whilst one is still alive & breathing, killing one’s greatest love so quick with the label of “style”--- as if reinvention & the fun that accompanies an artist doing so, would be cauterized by the consuming public.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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