You can call it art. You can call it something else. Maybe it matters. Maybe it doesn't. The task, itself, doesn't change. The task, itself, remains the same. To see the world differently. To turn the feeling into something material. To give a primordial nothingness a physical locality. To reach into the void, the shdow hovering over the face of everything, and to incarnate it into something that speaks. To tell a story of otherness to a stranger in the hopes they'll also find a way to see uncannily. But even that isn't quite it really...it's simply to make things...
You can call it art. You can call it something else. Maybe it matters. Maybe it doesn't. The task, itself, doesn't change. The task, itself, remains the same. To see the world differently. To turn the feeling into something material. To give a primordial nothingness a physical locality. To reach into the void, the shdow hovering over the face of everything, and to incarnate it into something that speaks. To tell a story of otherness to a stranger in the hopes they'll also find a way to see uncannily. But even that isn't quite it really...it's simply to make things...
So many great thoughts in this one!