As I walk down the streets of Sheung Wan - paved with pretension, I find myself mystified by how individuals can sell 'works of art' anyone is capable of producing in a first year art course. These 'works of art' are priced at a ridiculous amount of money and only sold to the super elite. In Hong Kong, this means almost anyone. I love this city and I love working daily and diligently on my creations. I feel inspired and alive while simultaneously feeling extremely defeated here.
Realizing my strengths and limitations, I hope with all my being that I can survive in this battle of the riches. With a dream of pure dumb luck and a weekly cigarette allowance I do aspire to become a great voice of all generations.
I guess what I am really trying to say is that we need to stop looking at art as a magical, unobtainable force we don't understand but yet appreciate. We need to start over and feel young again with a new perspective. Appreciate the artist for their work/effort/basic love for life.There is too much focus on 'feelings' and portrayal of time and not enough pure love for aesthetics.
I say, support friendship, love and the pursuit of insanity.